Let the Mask Drop and Be Seen

The mask you wear has become so heavy that you can barely breathe, and the house is so quiet that the silence feels like it is pressing down on your chest. There was a moment when the light stood in a crowded room and said, 'neither do I condemn you,' bending down to write in the dust while the world waited for judgment.

— But you do not need to be perfect to be held; you only need to stop pretending. The part of you that is tired is not the truth — the truth is the light already burning inside you, untouched by your performance.

— When you finally let the mask drop, the light will not leave; it will simply be seen. The exhaustion ends when you remember that you were never the mask, only the light behind it.