There Are 100 Versions of You. None of Them Are Real.

 

You Only Exist in Your Own Mind

Have you ever stopped to ask: Who am I, really?

It’s not a simple question.
Because the answer is different depending on who you ask.

To your parents, you might still be that fragile child they never stopped worrying about.
To your ex, you're a memory that still stings.
To your boss, you're a tool. To a stranger, you’re barely a shadow.
And to yourself? That’s the only version you actually live with.

Think about that.

There isn’t one “you.”
There are hundreds, maybe thousands of different “yous” — each living rent-free in someone else’s head.
Some of them love you. Some of them judge you. Some don’t even care if you exist.

You’re fragmented, scattered across a thousand perspectives.
But here’s the kicker:
None of those versions are truly you.

Because they’re not based on truth — they’re based on perception.
And perception is just a personalized illusion.

So what does that mean?

It means the only version of “you” that matters…
is the one you define for yourself.

But if you’ve never questioned it…
If you’ve spent your life performing for all those other versions…
Then maybe, just maybe — you’ve never actually met you at all.

The bottom line here, and tremendously unsettling, is that you are the only who know you and who will ever know you.  Scary but if you believe this is not so then

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This blog isn't about identity. It's about freedom.
Because once you realize you’re not trapped by other people’s projections…
You can finally start living instead of constantly explaining.

The Illusion of Being Known

We spend our lives trying to be understood.
To be “seen.”
To have someone — anyone — look at us and say: “I get you.”

But here’s the uncomfortable truth:

You’ve never actually been known.
You’ve only ever been interpreted.

That look from your partner? Filtered through their insecurities.
That judgment from your coworker? Filtered through their childhood conditioning.
That compliment from a stranger? Filtered through who they need you to be at that moment.

Every interaction you’ve ever had has been about you — but never truly seen you.

You're a mirror people stare into… to see themselves.

And the worst part?

You’ve probably started to believe some of those versions.
Started wearing the masks they handed you.
Started performing roles in a play you didn’t even audition for.

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The Mind Prison

When every version of you lives in someone else’s head, you start to live outside yourself.
You dress a certain way for them.
You post certain things online to fit their narrative.
Furthermore, you say the right words, keep the wrong thoughts quiet, and slowly — you forget your own voice.

This isn’t just philosophy.
This is psychological self-erasure.

And the price?

Anxiety.
Imposter syndrome.
Loneliness, even in a crowd.
That crushing sense that no one really gets you — not even you.

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Reclaiming the Original You

You are not what your mother hoped you’d become.
You are not the failure your ex thinks about.
Not only that, but you are not the “nice guy,” the “quiet girl,” the “smart one,” or the “black sheep.”

You are unfiltered awareness.

You are the observer beneath all the masks.

And once you realize that — once you stop outsourcing your identity to the world — you begin to live authentically.

Scary? Yes.
Freeing? Beyond words.