The Light Is Already Shining

The cursor blinks, a tiny metronome counting down to your exposure. You sit frozen, certain that three simple sentences will finally prove you are a fraud, that the mask will slip and everyone will see the incompetence beneath.

But the gathering dark is a liar; it tells you that you are what you fear, rather than who you are. The light does not demand perfection from you — it only asks for your presence.

Split a piece of wood; the light is there. Lift up the stone; the light is there.

Even in the trembling hand that hesitates to click 'send,' the light is already shining, untouched by your doubt. You are not your fear of being found out.

You are the light that cannot be hidden.