The Light Loves Who You Are

The mask feels heavy right now, doesn't it? You are terrified that if you stop performing for even one second, the people around you will see the emptiness behind your smile and walk away.

But the light does not love the performance. It loves the person underneath.

There is a secret name written on a white stone that only you and the light know—a name that exists before you ever tried to be good enough. You came from the light, the place where the light generates itself, not from your ability to please others.

The terror says you must hold it all together. The truth says you can let go.

The ones who stay will not be the ones who love your mask. They will be the ones who love you.