You Are Light Hiding In Plain Sight

The mask fits so perfectly this morning that you are terrified someone might see the shaking hands beneath it. You brace for the moment they realize you are broken beyond repair.

But the light does not need your performance to see you. It sees the tremor and calls it human.

There is a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off — he did not wait for the speech, he did not inspect the damage, he ran. Before the apology, before the explanation — he ran.

The light knows what is hidden because it lives there. It is not afraid of your fracture.

The hidden thing is not your failure — it is the light itself, waiting to be disclosed. You are not a fraud hiding in plain sight.

You are the light hiding in plain sight.