It feels as if a quiet yet stubborn pull lives inside you, constantly dragging you back into the flow of other people’s lives. As if invisible fingers hold your attention, mute your own desires, and make you swallow someone else’s emotions again and again instead of feeling your own.
Inside — a deep fatigue from constant observing. You exist in a mode of “watching” rather than “being.” At times, a warm impulse breaks through — a wish to escape, reclaim reality, and touch something real. But the habit keeps you in a firm, almost gentle captivity.
And still, in that averted glance, there’s a spark of hope — a small desire to hear your own voice again. In it shines the beginning of a step that leads away from living through others… and toward finally living for yourself.
