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 views and prejudices
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 makes everything feel hard to grasp.
Like you can never quite touch anything for real.
Like every time you think you’ve found something meaningful,
it disappears the second someone else looks at it.