All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages. – Shakespeare
I’ve spent years watching the peculiar dance we all perform online, and lately, something has been making me pause to reflect. Everywhere I look, people are yearning for “authenticity” on the internet, as if it were a rare flower that might bloom between the pixels. Raw moments. Real conversations. Unfiltered thoughts. But here’s the thing: seeking authenticity online is like searching for silence at a rock concert. We’re just chasing shadows in a hall of mirrors.
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At 6 AM everyday, I see an old man sitting alone in the park, sipping hot coffee from his Peet’s mug. He keeps his mask under his chin, and watches the birds flying above. I try to keep the social distance, tip-toe, and balance my steps with my foggy glasses and cotton masks. Yet I wonder why he is there, for months, at that time of the day, alone. 
Picture this life.. 