One morning, we stand in front of the mirror a little longer than usual.
The face is familiar. The smile can still be formed. Yet something feels different.
The eyes look tired—not from lack of rest, but from pretending to be fine for far too long.
We try to remember the last time we felt truly alive. The last time we did something without forcing
ourselves.
No clear answer appears.
That is when we realize: losing ourselves does not happen because of one big event.
It happens slowly—each time we sacrifice honesty for acceptance, each time we stay silent to avoid
conflict, each time we ignore our own heart.
The mirror does not reflect who we are.
It reflects who the world needed us to become.