You Don’t Have to Be Seen to Be Real

আমি আগে ভাবতাম, প্রভাবশালীতা =দৃশ্যমানতা।যখনই ‘শোনা’য়না, ‘কথা’ওয়াটওয়াচ্‌গণন।ব্রুকলিনেরএকটি-পড়া-ফটোগ্‌ফটভঙ্গিভঙ্গি:জুড়দপদপদ-উৎসব-সহ-আফ্রিকান_ড্‌রম_চকচক_ধন_হয়—আমি-জানতে_পেলাম:‘অন্যদের_চোখ_দিয়ে_অনুভব’=‘অন্তত:’

এখন?আমি-জিজ্ঞাসা:‘আমরা -শুধু’দেখা’-এজন;?

‘জয়’এটা -‘খেলত’

গতশীতকाल,আমি 3�ণ्टा ‘Lucky Pig’খेललाम—টकटकनीत अर्थ में अर्थ छोड़े हुए।यह कोई खेल विजय के लिए नहीं,-वरना उपस्थिति के प्रति समर्पण की मूल संगीतमय संगठन।प्रत्येक प्रयास में महत्वपूर्ण होगा—इच्छाहीं,

छोटा-बच्चा पिग—मुखशून्य —लेकिन कुछकारण से महसूस हुआ—उसकीदृष्टि मेरीदिशा में।

फिर हुआ: “एই खेल” कोई ‘भाग्य’एकटा खेल? “अवधान”-

पुरस्कार–प्रणाली–मैथुन–महत्‍व

आज हम सब “उद्देश्‍य” के संबंध में पढ़िये:“सफलता”,“अनुभव”,“প্‌ফ্‌ট”

to play not for reward… but for resonance?

The game offered free spins when three scatter symbols appeared—tiny rainbow pigs floating across reels. No logic explained why they showed up when they did. Just randomness.

And yet… I began to trust it. Not because I won big—but because each time the screen lit up with those little pigs dancing through color fields, something inside me softened. Like breathing after holding my breath too long.

When Systems Reflect Us Back (Even Without Knowing)

As a creator who designs immersive stories for marginalized voices, I’m trained to notice systems—how algorithms shape identity, how data defines worth. But “Lucky Pig” didn’t ask me anything except: Are you here? No profile check. No follower count. Just pixels shaped like joy—and the gentle hum of possibility. It reminded me of my mother’s kitchen during Hanukkah: candles flickering without ceremony or audience. She lit them not so others could see them—but so she could remember who she was in stillness. even if no one witnessed it, she believed in their light anyway.

The Hidden Architecture of Small Rituals

today’s digital spaces are built on performance—the more visible you are online, The more valid you seem. The system rewards volume over truth, anxiety over peace, broadcasting over listening. to play Lucky Pig honestly is to reject that script quietly: you don’t need applause to be real.you don’t need followers.to matter.you just need presence.to show up.without proof.of outcome.or return.on investment.of attention.or time.you just need to be there.in your own skin.in your own moment.in your own rhythm.as i am now.as i always have been.as you might be too.sometimes.the most radical act.is simply being seen by yourself.first.by choice.by grace.not by demand.not by algorithm.not by expectation.but by inner knowing.because yes—you are real.when no one sees you.when no one notices.when nothing changes.when everything stays silent.and yet—you remain.alive.within.yourself.your story.unwritten.by anyone else.your name.unheard.by all.but known.by you.only.you.can hold its weight.now.if you’re reading this at midnight.in your quiet room.if your heart feels heavy.if your voice has been silenced too long.i want you to know: you don’t have to be seen.to be real.you already are.