The Light Behind Your Performance

The mask feels heavy now that the noise of the day has faded. You smiled when they asked, you nodded when they prayed, but in this quiet afternoon light, the fraudulence creeps in.

You feel like an actor who forgot their lines, waiting for someone to point at you and say: impostor. But listen — what you are feeling is not the absence of the light.

It is the friction of the real thing rubbing against the performance. There is a version of you that does not have to pretend.

A version that exists before the first word is spoken. What you look forward to has already come, but you do not recognize it yet.

The light was there in the smile, and it is here in the silence. You are not a fraud hiding in the dark.

You are the light, temporarily confused by your own shadow.