
Once upon a time, a man thought that he needed to return to his true self. He searched: where did I get lost, when did I turn, who led me astray?
But one day he realized:
I haven't lost myself. I just haven't been born yet.
Old roles, old fears, old expectations - this was not "I". It was a shell, convenient for others, familiar, but cramped.
And then man chose not to seek himself, but to create. With his own hands. With his own choice. With his own breath.