I spent some time in a man’s soul. I’m not exactly sure how it happened, but I ended up there, deep inside, in the middle of his thoughts and emotions. And to be honest, it wasn’t comfortable at all. It was crowded, as if everything was happening in a space too small for so many emotions.

On the outside, he seemed calm, in control, but inside… inside, there was chaos. An orderly chaos, perhaps, but still chaos. Unspoken fears, hidden desires, pressures coming from all directions. Every step he took seemed like a struggle, every choice felt like a battle with his own thoughts.

And I, like an unexpected guest, tried to understand. Why is it so hard? Why do you have to hide so much? And I realized something—it’s not easy to be a man in this world. It’s not easy to always wear a mask, to conceal your fears, to push your dreams into a corner just to meet the expectations of those around you.

But in that crowded space, I also discovered beauty. A fragility that few get to see. I understood that even in the midst of all these pressures, there is a deep longing—to love, to be understood, to be free to be who you are, without the fear of not being accepted.

And maybe we both learned something—that despite the crowdedness, despite all the pressures, it’s important to find places where we can be free. Places where there is no more suffocation. Places where, for a moment, we can breathe.