Everything we reach for in truth, meaning, morality, connection is all shaped by perspective, by context, by what hurts and what we need to believe just to stay alive. Even the most honest words are filtered through someone else’s lens before they make sense and half the time, they don’t even get heard at all. What’s real to one person is delusion to another. What’s unbearable to you is invisible to them. That relativity makes everything feel slippery. Like you can never quite touch anything solid. Like every time you think you’ve found something meaningful, it dissolves the second someone else looks at it.