When the lights go out, when the doors close, and the voices around you fade, only you remain. Who are you? Not the one others see, not the one who wears a mask, but the real you. Who are you when there are no observers, when there are no expectations, when there are no rules?

When was the last time you felt that everything was okay? That there was nothing to change, nothing to achieve, nothing to fix?

How do you accept the moment when someone who was close to you simply leaves? When they close the door and leave behind an emptiness, a silence? Maybe it doesn't make sense to look for answers right away. Maybe the departure that seems like an end is actually a beginning that you don't yet understand. Sometimes it's precisely losses that direct us to where we should be going.