“When the Veil Falls”
There comes a day
when the dream softens,
and the world steps forward
without its disguise.
You stop mistaking noise for meaning,
and smiles for truth.
You see the cracks in the mirror
and instead of flinching,
you finally look through them.
Reality is not cruel.
It is simply honest.
It holds both the blossom and the bruise,
the sunrise and the rust.
You see that people are not good or bad
just wounded in different ways.
You see that love is not forever
but real for as long as it’s true.
And sometimes, that is enough.
You learn that happiness is not a place,
but a moment
a quiet cup of coffee,
a breath that doesn’t hurt,
a friend who stays even when you don’t speak.
The illusions you once clung to
the fairytales, the promises,
the perfect tomorrows
they fade gently,
like morning mist leaving the mountain.
In their absence,
the world feels smaller,
but also more real.
You begin to see the beauty in ordinary things:
the wrinkle in your mother’s smile,
the ache of a long day,
the silence between two people
who understand each other too deeply for words.
Reality is the teacher that never flatters.
It strips you bare,
but in that bareness,
you find your truth.
You stop chasing meaning,
and start living it.
You stop running from pain,
and start listening to what it says.
You realize life was never about arrival
it was always about awakening.
The world does not need to be perfect
to be beautiful.
It just needs to be seen
exactly as it is:
unpolished, unfiltered, alive.
And you
you are part of that reality.
You are both shadow and sunlight,
both wound and wonder.
You are the moment
the dream learned how to breathe.
So you open your eyes,
not to escape the illusion,
but to embrace the truth
that seeing clearly
is the beginning of truly living.
