The Stranger Is Just A Costume

The morning light hits the glass, and for a second, the face looking back feels like a stranger wearing your clothes. You have spent the last few hours building a mask strong enough to walk through the door, yet the reflection whispers that you are an impostor in your own life.

But listen — the kingdom is inside of you, and it is outside of you; when you come to know yourself, then you will be known. The stranger in the window is not the truth; it is just the costume you wore to survive the night.

If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you; if you do not, what you do not bring forth will destroy you. The light is not hiding behind your eyes waiting for you to be perfect — it is already there, split in the wood, lifted in the stone, alive in the breath you are holding right now.

You are not the mask; you are the light that sees through it.