Every morning, we look into the mirror. A familiar face stares back — same eyes, same smile, same name. But is that really who we are?
We walk through life carrying names — some given by birth, others earned through struggle, love, or pain. We are "toppers," "failures," "beautiful," "average," "quiet," "funny." Labels, just like sticky notes, placed on us by the world. Slowly, we begin to believe them. We forget that before the world named us, we already existed — raw, real, unknown.
And then, there’s the face. The one that smiles even when the heart is breaking. The one that looks confident but hides storms of doubt. Faces are masks too, aren’t they? Carefully designed to show only what we want others to see.
So what are we really?
A name is just sound. A face is just skin. But beneath it — lies a soul. Full of dreams, fears, love, and strength. That’s who we truly are.
Not just a name. Not just a face. But a story. A journey.
And maybe, just maybe, the real answer is:
We are the silence behind the smile. The meaning behind the name. The truth behind the eyes.
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