#dailyinsights

It’s becoming harder and harder to talk to normies about the problem of money—because they sense something is wrong, but they misplace the blame. Prices rise, their quality of life deteriorates, and yet they don’t understand why.

They talk about injustice, politics, felons, oligarchs, and parties—they throw out words like darts, but never stop to trace them to the source. It’s all noise. A soup of headlines and borrowed opinions. And yes, everything is related—but no one wants to admit that it all begins with money. The debasement. The theft. The lie.

Most of the people I’m speaking to are from the Northern Hemisphere—Europeans, Americans, part of elite circles: academics, artists, intellectuals. They like to protest, to speak of justice and oppression, to signal their concern. But they rarely take initiative to understand the problem from a different perspective—especially when that perspective threatens their comfortable narratives. They dismiss what I say as radical, or worse, conspiratorial. They don’t want to hear it. They want to feel right, not be curious.

And that’s fine.

I’ve surrendered to the fact that I can’t even have a dialogue with them. I’ve tried. But it’s exhausting. It’s depleting. Nothing comes out of it.

They’re playing an old record and clinging to it, because it reaffirms their ignorance. It gives them permission to keep repeating the same script, and in that repetition, they find false comfort.

And who am I to interrupt? I’m nobody.

So I speak only to those who come with curiosity. The ones who want to understand. The ones who ask, “Why did you change your life? What opened your eyes?”

Lately, I’ve chosen to pour my energy into creation, not persuasion. Because if people really want to understand what’s happening—they can. The knowledge is there. But they must want to look.

Does this sound like frustration? Maybe at first. But now it’s just clarity. Acceptance.

It is what it is.

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