You Are Art. You Have Art Within You.

You pour every waking moment into molding your identity through the eyes of others, chasing their approval, their validation, their love. Every smile you force, every word you craft to please, and every gesture you offer is a desperate attempt to shape yourself into something worthy in their gaze. Yet, beneath the surface, a quiet decay begins to take root.

Your soul... so raw, unguarded, and aching... languishes in the shadow of the facade. It rots slowly, suffocating under the weight of masks you’ve worn for so long that you’ve forgotten the contours of your own face. The person you might have been fades into a hollow echo, drowned out by the voices you let define you. And still, you persist, as if this illusion you’ve built will someday heal the emptiness it only deepens. You tell yourself that if you can become what they need, what they admire, you’ll finally be whole. But in the relentless pursuit of their image of you, you abandon the truth of your existence... the aching soul within, begging to be seen, loved, and understood for what it truly is.

It is not the world that denies you... it is yourself.

-aubs