And so you live like this, day after day, striving and fighting to become, or even better, to be. Something better, something more. Something you can live as, live with. A little more developed, a little more defined and decluttered. But then there’s the people, the world, telling you over and over who you are what you actually like and who you actually want to be, and so that real voice in your head speaks softer every day, until one day you wake up and it’s gone. They killed it, these bastards, with their empty words and useless talk. These people who are acting like stones, walking without bending their knees, without rolling their feet. Talking with empty words and doing tasks without a heart. They broke it. Drowned it. These damn "experts".