Let's say, you're an aspired artist. You dream of being seen as everything you've hoped to be. You wish for your creations to be praised by the crowd and, eventually, become part of culture.

The path you take is rough. It's filled with sudden bursts of excitement – which don't last forever, of course. The amount of scrapped projects you leave behind startles you. "Am I that inconsistent?", you ponder. Yet you realize - it's what makes you you.

Eventually, you find a stable ground. You begin building a dream you've dreamt about for a couple weeks. Soon enough, one person approaches you. His half-baked compliment makes your lips curve. You try to say "thank you", but another one comes near.

And another... and another... and yet another...

At that point, you've garnered a big community. A community where people make meaningful connections through your work. To you, however, it's become a safe place to express yourself. Because you know you won't be judged by them.

Or so you thought.

One comment breaks it all. You don't fully remember what it was about; something about you being inconsistent... You try to explain yourself but aren't sure where to start. You leave it behind, in hopes it disappears.

It doesn't.

Slight pressure rolls down your spine. The people you once trusted start to feel distant. You push yourself to do better, but the satisfaction you wish to maintain quickly fades away. They play your emotions off when you try to be more open about it.

The stable ground begins to quiver.

Something in them changes. They wonder where you are, not how you are. That comment you‘ve read before begins to feel like a sharp knife in the back. Not because of your ego – because you‘ve heard it a million times already.

They shed your clothes off, hoping you‘ll reveal something intriguing. And in the end, there is nothing you can show them. Due to it, they begin to blame you for everything you‘ve done to them.

Every piece they once thought had changed their lives.

You realize that the stable ground is no more. The people who were a part of you have become an alternate society – one that cannot be reached that easily. You know trying again won‘t make this better. Not only for them, but for you too.

Because there‘s no space for the you they‘ve never thought of.

26 March 2026