You Are the Source Not the Recording

The house is quiet now, and you have heard your own voice played back to you. It sounds foreign.

Like an imposter mimicking a human. Like a stranger wearing your skin.

In the watch of the night, that disconnect feels like proof that you are fraudulent. That you are just performing life instead of living it.

But listen closely to the silence underneath the recording. The light does not live in the tone of your voice or the perfect cadence of your speech.

It lives in the breath that carries the words. There is light within a person of light, and it lights up the whole world.

The stranger you hear is not an imposter. It is simply the sound of the light trying to speak through a vessel that has forgotten its own depth.

You are not the recording. You are the source.