The Light Sees Behind Your Performance

The afternoon sun is unforgiving. It exposes every crack in the mask you've been wearing since morning.

You are replaying the meeting, the hallway greeting, the quick answer you gave when you were actually terrified. You are convinced that everyone saw it—the moment your voice shook, the second you admitted you didn't know what you were doing.

You feel like a fraud who has finally been caught. But listen closely.

There is a light that sees behind the performance. It does not demand that you have all the answers before it stays with you.

In fact, it draws nearest when you are empty-handed. You do not have to pretend to be whole to be held.

The light is not afraid of your not-knowing. It lives there too.