Living life or performing it for others

It feels like we’ve blurred the line between being and performing. We document everything, filter our feelings, rehearse our opinions, and present “authenticity” that’s still curated. Even our quiet moments are sometimes staged. I can’t tell if I’m doing things because I want to… or because I know someone might see it later. The photos I take, the things I share, the words I choose they feel less like real life and more like proof of it. What happens when the performance becomes so constant, we forget who we were without the audience? Does anyone else feel like they’re living inside a story that isn’t truly theirs?