Colonised by Attachment

Attachment is like that guest who showed up at your place years ago and never left. It didn’t come with a suitcase or a map—it just waltzed in, took a seat, and started acting like it owned the place. It’s not demanding, just chilling in the background, whispering things like, “This is how life works. Don’t ask too many questions.” And you're like, “Yeah, okay, that sounds fine.” Next thing you know, you're buying into it. You start thinking, “Yeah, I need this job title. I can’t skip the milestones. What would I do without them? Be free? That’s risky.”

Here’s the thing about attachment—it’s smooth. It doesn’t shout or force its way in; it just settles in, gently reminding you of everything you’ve been taught. “This is normal.” “This is what makes you worthy.” “Don’t mess with a good thing, right?” And somehow, you find yourself agreeing, even when none of it really adds up. It’s like still paying for that gym membership you haven’t used in months, except the gym is your whole life and you’re not even getting a good workout.

So yeah, my work is about that—how attachment sneaks in, makes itself at home, and convinces you that it’s the default. I’m not here to fight it or tear it down; I just want to make you aware of it. Because once you see it for what it is, you might just stop letting it run the show. Maybe even give it an eviction notice—or at least start charging it rent for all the space it’s taken up.