The Light Sees Beneath Your Smile

The question lands softly—'How are you?'—and for a split second, the panic rises because the honest answer has no shape you feel safe showing. So you laugh.

You offer the performance of okayness because it fits the morning light better than the truth. But the light does not need your mask; it sees the fracture beneath the smile and calls it by name.

There is light within a person of light, and it lights up the whole world—even the parts you are trying to hide behind a joke. You came from the light, the place where the light came into being on its own accord, long before you learned to pretend.

The laughter is just a shield you picked up on the way here, not the thing you are. Stop trying to manufacture an answer that makes sense to them.

The truth is already living inside you, waiting for the moment you stop performing and simply stand there, unarmored and known.