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Many of us define happiness differently. For some, it ends at the attainment of money, fame, or power. And perhaps, in those simple satisfactions, they feel they’ve reached the end of their search. If human beings didn’t evolve, I could say, “Thank God.”

If we accept as an axiom that the surrounding reality is a product of consciousness and perception — and that the conscious (aware) part is unconditional — then for anything to fully become “real,” it must first be perceived, recognized.

You wander through the world, touching other people. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes it’s hot. Sometimes it’s cold. Sometimes it’s warm and gentle. Sometimes it even feels like forever. But time passes, and you’re on the move again.

The person who walks toward themselves—who does everything possible to stay true to who they really are—is worthy of respect by definition. That journey is anything but easy. It’s rarely appreciated by others. The deeper one grows, the more they cultivate spiritual sincerity and purity, the harder it becomes to function in the conventional world.

I once envisioned the inner landscape of depression — and other bottoms of the human experience — as a kind of hell. But not the fiery torment from religious stories. It’s quieter, heavier. A space where negative thoughts, fear, doubt, and uncertainty reign.

I recently picked up a book left behind by someone titled What is Your “Dangerous” Idea? This book contains a collection of short and ultra-short essays by individuals with titles such as scientists, professors, and authors of academic books.

I am a unique specimen. Well, wait, I’ve heard this somewhere before. I’ve said it. Thought it. With pomp. Eyes closed. Brows raised in a Pierrot style. Suddenly, it seemed to me by chance that everything was not turning out the way it should for me to be happy.

After many years of living in the United States, I’ve noticed something I wish weren’t true: many people don’t really like immigrants—even the ones doing absolutely nothing wrong. I believe this unease comes from a lack of trust, and I want to share why, based on my lived experience.

The soul is born for song and lightness. This world is full of Love. And I want to whirl in it, as in a dance. But sometimes—who knows why—little hooks grab me and hold on. I get stuck in the perplexity of the heart. Am I to blame? Did I do something wrong? Am I scared?

We are all deceived by our expectations. In the endless stream of thoughts about how perfectly the world should align with what we expect, we miss the moment of life itself. By asking, “To accept or not to accept—that is the question,” we distance ourselves from life by miles.