Maybe you feel it sometimes.
Very quietly. On the subway. Between two meetings. After your third coffee. Or in the evening, when the screen is finally off — and you still can’t quite settle.
There’s something. Not loud, not dramatic. More like a subtle pull beneath the surface. Something in you knows: This isn’t fully yours. Not quite.
The achievements, the likes, the promotion, the new couch, the weekend getaway. They feel good — for a moment. But something’s missing. Something real. Something that remains when everything else stops blinking.
Maybe… you’ve lost sight of your own voice. Maybe you’ve been so busy keeping up that you haven’t noticed you’re no longer breathing — you’re performing.