The Quiet Betrayal of the Self |
How often does a person truly question their own existence—and its validity? Not as an abstract idea, but as a lived, immediate experience that unsettles everything they take for granted.
Today, once again, I felt the strangeness of this body. It did not feel like “me”—never truly me—but rather something I have been placed inside. A vessel, unfamiliar... almost foreign. And I, trapped within it, pressed against its walls like a prisoner who has begun to doubt the reality of his own existence. Reason and the senses did not confirm this feeling. Everything external remained ordinary, coherent, intact. And yet, something beyond them—something less tangible, but no less certain—seemed to signal the presence of something deeper. A quiet awareness that refused to be reduced to mere sensation or thought.
For a moment, it felt as though I could not breathe. There is a “me” within—something restless, something aware—that longs for this prison to rupture, to crack open, to collapse........