We all perform: as ourselves, as others, as the ones we wish to become. We hide our despair beneath painted smiles, offer illusions in our hands instead of truths, just to soften the inevitability: we weren’t, we became, and we will vanish.
But it is this very deception, this theater, that makes life unbearably alive. To understand the absurd is to laugh first. To search for wonder in the void is to resist silence. And in this endless pretending, something real is suddenly born: the human.
