Seeing and Being Seen | Day 1

Everything is perfect.

A sweet, two-story apartment,

decorated exactly to my taste.

The neighborhood has the right vibe –

a tiny café, warm people, vintage shops.

Everything that should make me feel at home.

But not this time.

It’s not because the looks are strange or unkind –

They’re not.

Everything is beautiful, gentle, and welcoming.

And still, something in me is lost.

I’m trying.

I go to a good exhibition,

Eat at a recommended restaurant,

Buy myself a little something –

a small gesture to feel like myself again.

But nothing feels quite right.

It doesn’t sink in.

It doesn’t stay.

For the first time in my life,

I feel truly foreign.

Inside a perfect setting,

I can’t find my way home.

Goshka Macuga, The Nature of the Beast, 2009, Fondazione Prada museum , Milan, Italy

I’m not a victim.

I’m just human.

And I want to be seen.

Not the version of me in stories,

But this moment’s version –

floating, a little cracked, still searching.

To see and be seen, even when you don’t know how.

This reflection is part of a personal process connected to my workshop “Seeing and Being Seen – The Full Journey.”

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