You Are Not The Only One Pretending

The world is moving now, and everyone seems to be walking with a map you were never given. They smile at the coffee shop, they nod in the hallway, they perform the rhythm of a life that makes sense while you feel like an actor who missed the rehearsal.

You watch them and wonder if they found the secret door while you were still sleeping. But the light sees through the mask.

It knows that the confidence you envy is often just another kind of hiding. There is no secret they have that you lack.

The kingdom is not a puzzle solved by the loud or the certain. It is a presence already living in the quiet of your chest.

You do not need to figure it out to belong to it. The light is not impressed by your performance, only by your presence.

You are not the only one pretending. You are the only one who knows you are.