Lens, Levers and Layers

We see through our lens…scarred by memories, cracked by pain, fogged by hope that refuses to die. We act through our levers…not always out of courage, sometimes out of restlessness, hunger, or fear of staying still. We hide beneath our layers…half-truths we whisper to ourselves, guilt we dress as reason, wounds we pass off as wisdom.

And every action, no matter how polished outside, carries the fingerprints of our flaws within. Occasionally noble. Seldom pure. But achingly, unmistakably and always human.

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