The Light That Was There Before the Mask

The day has finally let you go, and the quiet that rushes in feels less like peace and more like a question you cannot answer. You look in the mirror and the face that stares back feels like a stranger's.

You do not know who you are anymore, or if the person you were is gone for good. — But there is a light that was never part of the mask you wore for the world.

It was there before the first title you ever took on, and it is there now, in the wreckage of who you thought you were. — You are not your performance.

You are not the sum of your days. You are the light that holds them all.

— When you stop trying to be someone, you begin to remember who you have always been.