4/28/25 Empty Seats, Dark Theatre

I find it strange. More and more people trying to be seen, to be remembered. Chasing fame, chasing a legacy. I do not understand it. Why is it so important for them to be acknowledged? Do they not fear it? Fear changing someone’s path even in a way they never meant to?

I find it unsettling. Bizarre. I aim for the opposite. I push people away. I want to be invisible. To not be seen. To not be remembered. It is easier that way. No pretending. No guilt for what others might do. No weight of expectations. No responsibility for the mess people make of their own lives.

And what would be the point anyway? You are a flicker in a sky full of stars. No one sees you. No one cares. You live inside your own head and think the world is watching, but it is not. No one cares about what you post or what you scream into the void. The theatre is dark. The seats are empty. There is no one here to impress.

Oblivion comes for everyone. You can either waste your time fighting it, building a version of yourself so far from the truth you no longer know what you are, or you can let it be. Accept it. Live quietly. Live honestly. Leave no trace. Carry no weight.