Sometimes I wonder how it feels to be known by the world. How does it feel to wake up in the morning and know that people are waiting for your words, for your moves, for your decisions?
Is it exciting? is it scary? is it overwhelming?
I wonder how it feels to know that every step you take is being observed, everything you say or you do will be known to the world. Every word you speak, be it just absentmindedly or on purpose, will be countered and reciprocated and analyzed and multiple assumptions will be made based on that.
I wonder if they ever miss just disappearing within a crowd, for once being invisible, for once their mistakes not being critically analyzed, the meanings of their words not read between the lines, their alone times not advertised like some public experiments.

© Rashmita Dhungel 💕