Who am I? The question that makes it all meaningful. Or meaningless. The question saves me or traps me.

The life is good the way it is, so why change anything? Am I... no I'm not running away? It can't be, things might change but I'm strong enough right?

Fear.

I come to you looking for answers, but why am I here? For pity, a hug, an advice? What kind of advice? How can it be right for me when that's your answer, actually is it even from you or you heard it recently? Who am I asking then? Can I even trust you, can I trust anyone?

I don't know, I can't, I'm scared. What will happen tomorrow...

I just need the answers.

I'm sitting in my office I'm fine, I'm working. I know what will happen tomorrow, do I want it? Yes! I think I do. That's my job!

But this laptop takes a lot of my day, my life? Wait! What makes me stay here, money? Security? Knowing what will happen tomorrow? They say excitement is in the dark, but at night when I go home the street is well lit... I still lose the keys sometimes haha. It always makes my heart jump... what if I won't find them one day? And there's nobody to let me in the house.

But it's okay now, I can rest. I will figure it all tomorrow, I can do it, it's my job. I'm a smart! The keys...

I went to my job today, I slept well last night, I had a weird dream though, the stars fell from the sky, they were like little marbles, I collected them in a jar, but then the people accused me of stealing them. I ran to my house and hid them in my closet. They were warm... I liked it.

Today was same as always, boss gave me 1 more week off this year, I'm lucky. I will have more time now. But.. time for what, I... we'll see, the time gives all the answers right.

It's raining outside, I have to run from the bus home, I'm cold, it's actually very cold, I haven't ran this much in a while, it's hurting my throat. Just a little more...

I can't wait to take these shoes and coat off, just let me open the... Doors... Where are the keys? Oh no, no, no, no. I can't get in, and it's raining! The neighbor! I'll ask them for a spot. But it's late already their lights are out, and they are old. I don't have anywhere else to go... It's cold... My stars...

... I had a weird dream again, there was a strong storm and it was cold... wait why am I outside, oh.. it wasn't a dream. But why am I still here, what's the point waiting on the porch.

If I had the key I would put it in, turn the door knob like this and... What... The doors were open? Were they always open? My stars! They are here.

When you anchor your peace within, the external world loses its power over you...

I ask you to soothe my feelings, but it's my decision to get them soothed.

Something outside of my power happens, but it's my decision to give it my energy.

Someone gives me a negative label, but it's my decision to accept it and paste it on myself.

My body gets the urge, but it's my decision to do it.

This is why it is important to ask the question. Who am I?

If I didn't know the answer, the answer would be my uncontrollable feelings, my panic, the negative label and the animalistic power of the flesh.

But no matter the storm outside, sleeping neighbors, monotone routine.. you too have the house, and the stars inside of you.

God, soul, the light. Light that cannot go out, but it can be hidden, it can be buried, it can be forgotten.

And that is the start to all of the problems. To sin. To fear.

Running away from the light is the only way for the mask to survive. Short pleasures, following set paths, constant consumption. All here to keep you away from asking the question.

Who am I?

The light is strong, sometimes you feel it for a moment, but the mask doesn't want to come off, and it is smart, slight deviations from its script will always be beaten.

You can't mine stone with your hands, you can't kill the false identity with the power of will and your physical resources. You were and will be losing that game forever.

You need to use the light.

But caution needs to be taken.

Once the light has been found, the tragedy deepens if you refuse to use it.

If a man who is asleep stays small, it is just his nature. But for you, staying small is a conscious betrayal.

If you let the light be in control your actions must not block you, they must not betray you.

And any day spent doing contrary to your power is a day in the dark.

Once the light has been found, it will be hard to cover it again, but the mask will never stop fighting.

The mask cannot be argued with. It does not listen, it only performs. So stop speaking to it.

Speak instead to the one behind the eyes, the one who has been watching this whole time, the one who never once was fooled, even when the mask wore your face for years.

And each evening the light asks, plainly, without flattery and without cruelty: did today serve who you are, or who you performed?

This is not judgment. Judgment is the mask's language, it deals only in shame and applause. This is measurement. The light does not need you to feel bad. It needs you to see clearly.

Because what you can see, you can correct. What stays hidden, hides you back.

That's what Align is here to do.

Raise awareness and see the light, then act from it. Seeing without acting is just a longer way of staying asleep.

Until the external world is full of light.

Just like you are.