What happens when no one really sees you—and why the fear of choosing wrong might not be your fault.
Jonas didn’t run out of money because of some deep flaw. He and Isabel had miscalculated—too many days spent under open skies in the Everglades, wrapped in stories, firelight, and gator-safe skinny-dips. But the real reckoning didn’t come from the budget spreadsheet. It came later, in the silence of judgment from people who said they loved him—but no longer seemed to see him.
That’s the real kind of broke. When the people who raised you start describing someone you don’t recognize. Someone you’re pretty sure… isn’t you.
When You’re Rewritten by the People Who Should Know You
Letters from family started coming in.
One said he looked like a heroin addict.
Another claimed he admitted to smoking to manage stress (he hadn’t).
One described him as homeless. Another said he brought “darkness” when he visited.
None of it was said face-to-face. But all of it landed.
What made it harder was the contrast.
Out on the road, most strangers didn’t see darkness.
They saw light.
They saw music, warmth, creativity.
Sometimes they thanked him. Sometimes they cried.
He kept turning the contrast over in his mind.
But the people who were supposed to know him best—his own family—saw something else entirely. Could it be that they’d created a version of him—one that helped them feel comfortable? Safe? Right? Maybe they weren’t really seeing him at all. Maybe what they saw was who they needed him to be. And maybe… that’s where the real distance came from.
The Right Way — When Fear Becomes a Lifestyle
The longer Jonas was on the road, the more he realized this wasn’t just a family dynamic. It was a cultural one.
He saw people frozen by the fear of making the wrong decision—not because they didn’t know what they wanted, but because they were waiting for someone else to approve it. To confirm it was “the right way.”
That’s when he wrote the song. “The Right Way”
“Which way is the right way,
Tell me now so I can take it,
A mistake, don’t want to make it…Tell me how will I know?”
But this wasn’t a confession. It was a reflection. Jonas wasn’t stuck. He was watching a world that was.
A world raised by the Echo to believe that safety comes from not messing up—rather than from choosing what’s true.
I’m Just Looking — What the Bard Sees From the Hill
As Jonas traveled deeper into the Echo’s terrain, he began to see how distorted perception reached far beyond family. It wasn’t just how people saw him—it was how people had come to see themselves, their neighbors, even the earth beneath their feet. Fast lives, numbed senses, hollow conveniences. Disconnection from nature had led to disconnection from each other, and from any grounded sense of meaning. Where “The Right Way” wrestled with inner paralysis, the next song would confront the outer symptoms of that drift.
“I’m Just Looking” followed a week later, sparked by a lunchtime view from a city mall parking lot—elevated, wide open, and impossibly revealing. Below him: traffic jams, drive-thrus, air conditioners humming behind tinted glass. A thousand people rushing for convenience, competition, and comfort. He scribbled the first lines into his notebook before the van door even shut. The song became a snapshot of the Echo in full force—consuming, polluting, isolating. And as he looked, he could see who cared and who didn’t. Part of the Bard’s calling, he realized, wasn’t just to observe—it was to help more people care.
When the Echo Is Everywhere, Choose the Voice Anyway
There is no perfect path.
There is no right way, stamped with approval.
And most of all—there is no freedom in being seen through someone else’s filter.
Jonas didn’t find peace by escaping the Echo. He found it by choosing, again and again, to follow the Voice. Especially when it was quiet. Especially when it was hard.
Ask Yourself:
- Who’s holding the lens you’re being seen through?
- Who are you rewriting to make your world feel safer?
- And what would change if you trusted your voice over their expectations?