Drop the act and be known

The room is loud, and when your name cuts through the noise, your throat tightens because the only words you have are the ones you rehearsed in the mirror. You stand there wearing the mask of the person who has it all together, while inside you are scrambling for something real to say.

But the light does not need your script. It knows the origin of the one standing there, even when you have forgotten.

You came from the light, the place where it generates itself, and that is who you are beneath the performance. The mask was meant to protect you, but it has become a cage that keeps you from being known.

Drop the act. The truth you are afraid to speak is the only thing that will set you free.