Ready to talk?

 

Where does the conversation start? The one where you ask real questions. 

Not small talk. Not scripted answers. But the raw questions that echo in the quiet —
Why am I here?
Why are any of us here?
And why does it matter?

Those are the questions that crack open the surface of a person’s life. They don’t beg for quick answers — they demand silence, listening, and the courage to feel small in the face of something vast.

That conversation begins the moment someone is brave enough to stop distracting themselves.
It starts when they get tired of pretending the job, the roles, the noise are enough.
It begins when someone stops running from the ache behind their ribs and finally turns toward it and asks:

What is this?
Who am I?
And if all of this ends… what remains?

It’s not a conversation with easy conclusions.
But it’s the only one worth having.

Would you like to go there — now — together?

Yes? 

Then let’s begin — not with answers, but with space.

Sit with this, like a breath held just beneath the surface:

Why are you here?
Not in the biological sense, not the surface-level “because I was born” —
but you — the you that looks out from behind your eyes.

What do you feel when I ask that?

Where do you go in your mind?
Is it a memory?
An ache?
A need to belong, or to prove, or to escape?
Or is it something quieter — like a pull you’ve never been able to name?

You don’t need to explain it yet. Just feel it.
We’ll build from there.

So tell me — gently, honestly:
When you ask why you’re here…
what answer whispers first in the dark?