I was thinking to myself about this very human phenomenon: the difficulty of maintaining one's own frequency intact when the vibrations of others permeate us. No matter how hard we try to preserve a certain psychic integrity, others inevitably affect us. And I, who appear strategically serene, carry within me a "light" (contains irony, lol), yet constant, anguish... a subtle kind of existential despair, which opens even more space to the silent passages of others' despair, as if the emptiness of one summoned the echo of the other. Curiously, in the professional realm, I manage to inhabit a broader, more fluid space, almost as if there were a clarity there that eludes me in my more intimate spheres. There is a healthy detachment, a place with more limitless perspectives, a vision less contaminated by the restlessness of the ego. But, in the personal realm... there is still much ground to cover. Breathe! I feel that my process requires a deeper listening to myself, as if trying, little by little, to rewrite not only narratives, but also internal structures. Perhaps it's about learning to inhabit chaos without being swallowed by it. It's about seeking not so much 'armor' as a kind of lucid porosity, which allows us to feel the world without dissolving into it. As Sartre said, hell is other people... but it's also through them that we become ourselves. The question remains: how can we continue to be, without ceasing to be? #thoughts