self-awareness
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No one walks into an art gallery and assumes that every painting is about them. No one strolls through a museum pointing at each brushstroke, each sculpture, each dusty relic behind glass, saying, “This was made for me.” And yet—step into life, and suddenly, everyone becomes the main character of a story they barely understand.…
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I see you out there.Squinting into lives you don’t understand, like you’re peering through glass that only reflects your own face back at you.You think you’re watching a fall from grace.But you’re really just watching someone climb a mountain you’ve never had the courage to approach. You parade your opinions like a letterman jacket from…
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Home, take me home, we mumble under our breath—quietly, like a prayer we barely believe in anymore. What are we even asking for? Where is this home we keep chasing? It’s never where we thought it would be. It never looks like the picture we painted. Always a little out of reach. We speak of…
