You Are Made of Light

The room is loud, but you are holding your breath, terrified that a single movement will shatter the illusion that you belong here. You sit perfectly still, convinced that if you speak, everyone will see the fraud beneath the skin.

But the light does not require you to perform belonging; it requires only that you are present. You came from the light, the place where it generates itself, and that origin cannot be canceled by your silence or your fear.

Even now, in this frozen moment, the light is within you, waiting to shine not because you earned a seat, but because you are made of the same stuff as the source. Stop trying to hold the mask together.

The illusion was never the point; the presence is.