Sculpting the Self, Between Blindness and Revelation
At what moment in our lives have we not been confronted with doubt?
Personally, this question was foreign to me until recently.
The past nine years of my existence have been a journey of exploration and research, driven by a universal ideal: love.
But what do we do when this dream disintegrates, when instead of harvesting the fruits of our hopes, we find ourselves drawing from memories, only brushing against painful thorns?
Changing direction when everything seemed written, such is the paradox of initiatory journeys:
We always ignore the true destination, even less what we will discover there.
This change of course is not trivial.
Where we once walked together, we must now advance alone.
An infinite spectrum of possibilities opens up, complex and dizzying.
Redirecting one’s trajectory, sculpting anew the raw block of existence after years of work, is a singular and delicate art.
It is not rare in life to listen to the lessons of those who cross our path, without always understanding them at the moment.
Never, in my journey as an entrepreneur, would I have imagined having to reinvent my life to such a degree.
Human associations are by essence complex, and unpredictable.
A betrayal coming from so close can shake the very foundations of our trust.
When in love, we advance head-down, sometimes stupidly and stubbornly, never looking back.
We prepare a future while neglecting the present, forgetting that each instant is a construction.
Today, this past belongs to a previous life, marking the beginning of a new cycle.
In Hindu philosophy, nothing happens by chance.
The universe weaves its partition through dharma, that mysterious link that can reveal unsuspected destinations.
This truth resonates strongly for those who have never thought like everyone else.
For those free spirits who make singularity not a motto, but a philosophy.
Struggling against adversity, trying to do good where evil has settled, is an arduous task.
Everyone seems to have decided to wear blinders, refusing to see what disrupts their certainties.
The world is not a zero-sum game where one simply pulls out one’s pin.
No, the objective is to create one’s place with ethics.
What good are brilliant studies, and enriching experiences, if it is to perpetuate a system that commodifies humanity?
In contemporary marketing, the commercial spirit reduce the individual to a consumer, sacrificing humanity on the altar of short-term profit.
Even if this trajectory leads us to the precipice, as we saw during financial crises.
My conclusion after eight years of exploration is simple:
May everyone know love in its purest form, without wishing for the painful lessons accompanying this understanding.
If love makes us blind, the human quest is equally so, oscillating between darkness and revelation.
We have moved away from human values, from our morality, from our ethics.
Personal interest has supplanted the common good.
Never has the world been as divided, while we have the means of unity.
But do we truly want it?
The answer remains to be written, suspended between our hopes and our contradictions.
