On the stage where everyone gives their approval, is there the field you truly wanted to save?

When I open social media, my timeline is filled with the dazzling achievements of my peers.
Glamorous award stages, polished pitches, endless applause, and grand words about 'changing the world'.

Every time I encounter that intensity, I feel inspired, but at the same time, a sense of discomfort arises.

When we are bathed in the spotlight on stage, are we truly standing at the center of our own words? Deep down, doesn't everyone feel a strange sense of suffocation, as if our feet are floating somewhere above the ground?

Things that everyone evaluates as good and everyone applauds. At first glance, they look like absolute truths. But things that are convenient for everyone often end up becoming 'safe, averaged out, and thin' for everyone.

Playing the expected protagonist on the 'easy-to-understand value' prepared by someone else.
Expanding the number of connections and polishing the appearance of social media.
Before I knew it, have I been wearing down my own truly important initial impulses for the sake of 'how I am seen'?

Moving society, or being of help to someone, is surely not that smart or polished.
On the glamorous stage that everyone evaluates, is the gritty 'field' we truly wanted to face really there?

The moments that truly shake the heart exist only in quiet, plain scenery that doesn't look even a millimeter good on social media.
Steady work in places where no one is watching, gritty adjustments where you hit a wall over and over, and the anxiety of being alone in the middle of the night.

But it is in that raw reality and the time spent struggling while covered in mud that there must be a genuine, authentic texture.

That is why, as companions who are lost and running with all our might in the same era, I dare to ask this together with you.

Is our vision reaching the pain of the one person right in front of us now?

Can we continue to stand in that field the morning after the stage lights go out and the festival prepared by adults is over?

The small changes that truly change society always start from quiet places that are not in the spotlight.

After the temporary boom has passed and the endless applause has become a thing of the past, only those things that take deep root in the ground will eventually become true, great trees.

It is far too wasteful to have your own important passion consumed by the gravitational pull of easy-to-understand light.

Let's end the game of chasing what everyone calls the right answer just to be recognized by someone.
It's okay to be unrefined. It's okay if no one is paying attention. I want to plant my feet firmly on the ground again—cold, yet with a certain texture—and face the reality in front of me steadily.

Let's stop the applause and return to our own fields.
From that place where no one is watching, so that we can change the resolution of the world, little by little, with our own hands.