⚡️💬 END OF SERVICE - Day 222: Two versions of the same man.
One lives in the system, tie tied, ready to obey, repeat and produce. The other has left it. He sees. He doubts. He chooses. As I have chosen to do nostr:nprofile1qqsy67zzq5tc9cxnl6crf52s4hptdwhyaca5j7r8jwll535tdadedvcpz3mhxue69uhhyetvv9ujuerpd46hxtnfduqs6amnwvaz7tmwdaejumr0dskjh2zd
This world rewards conformity, not lucidity. The dream is no longer to be free, but to be stable. Salaried. Silent. Those who fall outside the program become bugs to be corrected.
You've been taught to consume, not to think.
You've been formatted to follow, not to understand.
We live in a social, economic and media matrix.
The truth? It disturbs. And that's why you prefer to close your eyes. But those who look in the face can't go back. They become unmanageable. Unpredictable. Uncontrollable.
Who wants to be that unstable element?
There are those who live, and those who are lived.
Those who follow the line, and those who break it.
Those who look at the world,
and those who see it.
You think you've chosen.
Your phone, your job, your "lifestyle".
But it's not you who chooses.
It's the algorithm.
What you're shown.
What they make you believe.
What you've been taught since you were a child.
All so you never ask the only real question: Why am I living like this?
Work, distraction, sleep.
Work, distraction, sleep.
And again.
On and on.
Till death.
You're not a product.
You're not data.
You're a soul. And the soul doesn't feed on likes, comfort or approval.
So wake up. But I'm going to sleep.
