Your subconscious mind wants to be right even when it harms you;
But the task of the other you, screaming deep inside, begins precisely here: to expose these false justifications.
Because in the moment of exposure,
the mask melts, the veil burns away, and only the bare wound remains.
Is this the fragile essence behind the justification?
Is this fragile essence the foundation of existence?
So, is existence a constant tension?
In my opinion, the subconscious builds a bowl for itself to contain this tension.
Pain finds meaning, error finds justification, and decline becomes destiny.
Every wound becomes a narrative, every contradiction becomes a defense.
But the bowl is also a prison.
The inner you is suffocated by the confinement of righteousness; the struggle of your essence rises and rises to crack the shell.
At that moment, it becomes clear that true freedom lies not in protecting the bowl, but in risking its shattering.
I’ve been on this journey for a while now.
Existence reveals itself only when defenses collapse, when the cool wind of nothingness enters.
And when you can bear the bare wound, the desire to be right fades;
In its place remains only a pure being;
Wanting, waiting, steeped in its company, but closest to the truth.