Losing yourself in the need to be seen
Most people
spend their entire lives
trying to be accepted.
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Trying to be liked.
Trying to be seen
in a certain way.
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And at the end of the day…
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they feel empty.
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Lonely.
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No one who truly knows them.
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You can have
hundreds of friends online.
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Followers.
Likes.
Views.
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And still…
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there is no one
you would call
in the middle of the night.
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No one
you would truly ask
for help.
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So the connection
to the world
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becomes something else.
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Your photos.
Your stories.
Your curated moments.
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A life
that looks perfect.
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Everything is fine.
More than fine.
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And the moment you post…
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you wait.
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Who liked it?
Who saw it?
Who reacted?
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You check again.
And again.
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And when someone says
“you look amazing”
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it gives you something.
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For a moment.
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And then…
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there are the others.
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The ones who watched
but didn’t like.
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And suddenly
the doubt appears.
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Was it not good enough?
Was I not enough?
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And without noticing…
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you are caught.
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Between validation
and self-doubt.
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A loop
that slowly becomes
an addiction.
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So you try harder.
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To be more interesting.
More beautiful.
More liked.
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But who is behind it?
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Is it you?
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Or is it something
that needs to be fed?
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Because the truth is…
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no amount of likes
will ever be enough.
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Not for the ego.
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It will always want more.
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And the more you give it…
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the more you lose yourself.
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Layer by layer.
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Mask by mask.
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So stop for a moment.
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And look.
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Not at the screen.
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At yourself.
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Can you stand in front of a mirror
without the filter?
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Without the light.
Without the image
you created for others?
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And simply look.
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Into your own eyes.
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Can you say:
“I see you.”
“I like you.”
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Or does something else appear?
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Emptiness.
Loneliness.
The need to be seen?
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Can you stay with that?
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Without escaping.
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Without posting.
Without distracting.
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Can you give yourself
what you are asking
from the world?
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Because as long as you are searching
for acceptance outside
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you will never find it.
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No number
will fill that space.
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No image
will replace what is missing.
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Because what is missing
is not out there.
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It is the connection
to yourself.
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The part of you
that you keep abandoning
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just to be liked.
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But life
was never meant
to be a perfect picture.
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It was meant
to be felt.
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Fully.
Honestly.
Imperfectly.
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So maybe…
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for a moment
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put the phone down.
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Step away
from being seen.
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And come back
to being.
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With yourself.
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Without an audience.
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Without a role.
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Just you.
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Not perfect.
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But real.
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And maybe…
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that is where
everything begins again.
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Stay with your open heart.
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Even if the world
tells you to wear a mask.
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You don’t need one.
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You never did.