Ego // Awareness

I used to think my ego was something I had to overcome, but lately it feels more like something that keeps rearranging itself around me. It isn’t one voice — it’s a set of movements that overlap, repeat, and interrupt each other. Carrying the pull between the self I perform and the quieter observer inside wears on me in small, ordinary moments. I’ve come to call this Ego // Awareness, and for me it sits in the tension of becoming — wanting to stay defined while knowing nothing stays still. In this ringer T-shirt, I notice several lines crossing, looping, and cutting through one another without settling into a single path. I don’t try to read it. I just notice it there while the same restlessness moves through me. The small red circle is where my attention returns when things feel crowded — not an answer, just a place I keep finding again.