Innocence Lost at Gate 25

You perform love so no one sees the cost underneath. You say yes in the meeting before you feel the answer. You show up steady for everyone, and call it grace. Underneath, your jaw stays tight. That is armor wearing the mask of love. Gate 25 asks for a love that holds every living thing, not just the people watching you give it. Here is the cost, plain: love that performs is love that keeps score. Watched or unwatched, tallied or forgotten. The shift happens the moment you stop rehearsing your goodness. That is Presence, the frequency waiting under the armor. Give without an audience, even once, and something in your chest finally unclenches. Selfless intention, unwitnessed, is where your impact actually lands. Caught yourself here before? Tell me where.