Because nothing is what it seems. Not the enemy. Not the hero. Not the ending you already wrote in your mind. And least of all, yourself— the version you show the world is just a mask the real one wears from time to time.
We live surrounded by mirrors, but the real reflections are not in them— they are in the spaces between glances, in the weight of what is not said, in the echo of what has not yet happened. nada es lo que parece
So doubt. Not to destroy, but to discover. Question the obvious. Listen to the unsaid. Because the most dangerous illusion is believing you already understand. Because nothing is what it seems