ChatGPT pointed out that I spend more time observing than participating.

The more I observe, the less of “me” seems to exist in the world.

There are two sides of me.

The actor performs.

The director observes.

When I stop caring about the engagement itself, I become the director.

I move everyone else to the other side of the wall.

Maybe the bubble I’ve been talking about was never around the world.

Maybe it has always been around me.

When I sense that something is wrong, I withdraw.

I need time to process the overlooked, the overwhelming, the unresolved.

Lately, I no longer want new information because I’m already overwhelmed by the old.

I realized that I’m not the kind of person who can work toward something I don’t believe in.

I know my values.

I know what I’m good at.

They often feel different from what is rewarded in our hyper-capitalist, efficiency-focused society.

I don’t like the repetition of having bills to pay.

I don’t like how everyone seems trapped inside their own little box apartments.

I don’t like how we work just to hand half our earnings to a landlord.

I don’t like how the city is filled with young people who no longer dream and only complain.

I want to move.

I want to find my tribe.

I want everyone to dance one more time.

Maybe I was performing too.

Maybe everyone else was too.

Everything starts to feel like glass.

Transparent glass.

A glass so clear that it begins to hinder my ability to imagine.