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I've written and rewritten these thoughts, because it's often difficult to talk about oneself. Sometimes what you feel has little to do with what you can put into words.

Today, I feel the need to release what lies dormant inside me, to express what really lives in my heart. In the past, I was afraid of finding myself alone, as many of us are. We want to fit in with a group, make friends... Yet in every interaction, we put on masks and rarely have the opportunity to really be ourselves. Sometimes, even in being ourselves, we are often unaware of our insincerity towards others. We sometimes maintain relationships with certain people because they give us the impression of existing or of being able to act. Of course, these may be real feelings, but there's always a part of us that depends on others to exist.

It's hard to tell who's really there for us and who's sincere. Unfortunately, it's often in difficult times that we realize who our true friends are. It's painful to realize how few people are truly honest. In a world where appearance takes priority over emotion, it's hard to be authentic. As a result, it's normal to interact with others - whether it's love or friendship - in an automatic way, using our minds more than our hearts. I also confess to having often used others without realizing it, my wounds pushing me to love conditionally, rather than with my heart. My intentions were not always sincere.

Today, as I try to understand myself better, I'm trying to make progress. This isn't easy, because first you have to recognize your mistakes. And I've made a lot of them. I don't want to be like everyone else, to conform to expectations or rules that impose a false appearance. We live in a suffering, superficial world. In my opinion, it's essential to start by being honest with ourselves before we can be honest with others.

Fear, which often holds us back from being sincere, is ever-present: fear of not being loved, fear of how others will look at us... So many fears imprison us and prevent us from expressing ourselves with complete honesty. The consequence of all this is that we miss out on our lives, on happiness, on beautiful stories of friendship or love. Perhaps I've missed out on many opportunities to be surrounded by people who would fit in with me and accept me as I am.

I'm not perfect, I don't have much to offer, but I try to be authentic with the people I meet. Today, I strive to act with honesty, letting my heart guide my actions, rather than being driven by fear. The road to authenticity is long, but I sincerely believe it's worth it.