In a world where everyone is expected to be selfish or deceitful, I believe in a different reality. I believe that the bond we share with our biological family should be just as possible with a ‘soulmate’ or even a stranger we truly connect with. To me, social labels and traditional ethics are weird. What matters is the ‘Private Contract’—a mutual, mental recognition where we accept each other’s inherent nature, whether it be our flaws, our beauty, or our instincts.
​But while I seek this universal connection, I am often trapped in a prison of my own making. My mind demands absolute mastery; when I face a challenge, like an exam, etc., I feel the crushing need to record every note, know every detail, and perfectly preserve every piece of information. I isolate myself, retreating into a painful silence. The tragedy is that I can never say ‘it’s enough.’ And if this silent agony doesn’t yield the perfect result, the weight of the world feels unbearable. I am not just fighting an exam; I am fighting the boundaries of my own consciousness.