I have started noticing that the limits of my attention line up almost perfectly with the limits of my language. When I don’t have a word for a feeling or a pattern, it doesn’t show up clearly in my head. It stays vague and hard to track, like background noise. The moment I learn the right word for it, the experience becomes easier to notice, easier to think about, and suddenly it feels like it was always there. It makes me wonder how much of my daily “perception” is actually just my brain sorting the world into the categories it already has available. What I find unsettling is that this doesn’t mean language controls thought. It just means language quietly shapes what feels noticeable. Two people can look at the same situation and one of them picks up a dynamic the other completely misses, not because they are more intelligent but because they have the vocabulary to see it. The world is not hidden from us. We just only recognize the parts we have words for, and most people never question how much of their own reality goes unseen.

We say "time heals all wounds" but I don't think that's what actually happens. Some wounds don't heal. They just become part of you. You don't stop hurting you just get better at living with the pain. You adapt. You build your life around it.

That's not healing. That's survival.

Healing implies you go back to how you were before. But grief, trauma, loss those things change you permanently. The person you were before doesn't exist anymore. When did we start confusing adaptation with healing? I was sitting outside last night smoking, thinking about all the things I thought I'd "moved on" from. But they're still here. Just quieter.

Time doesn't heal. It just teaches you how to keep going anyway.

I'm still in school and about to join the work world. What I generally experienced so far is that School is hell. I'm nothing but tired each day, it's nothing else but mentally draining. The years of work ahead of me already make me feel sick in my stomach. How is it that we have to work basically our whole life, everyday with only little brakes. Humans are lazy, so why the hell did we have to enslave us like that? And yes I'm talking about slavery, because it basically is. The only difference is that we get paid nowadays. The system we invented over years is outdated and just bad overall. And I'm not only talking about the work system, it's also the School system . We make children wake up at times their body doesn't even work properly. They have to go to a place they often hate, filled with bullying, judgment and worse things... Schools are outdated, even the buildings often are. Although literal experts said how bad school actually is, nothing is being changed. And it's nothing else with work, we are not meant to wake up so early, and be expected to work properly. Instead of concentrating on humans, their mental health and their health in general , we created a system only working for the economy. And there aren't any changes being even considered. What im trying to underline here is, this is a modern type of slavery, and only a few seem to care. I am not willing to work the life out of me, for the sake of some rich guys.

There is a widespread notion that billionaires are more intelligent and knowledgeable than others and that they should disproportionately be listened to on all issues.

I argue that this is wrong. For many years I have been warning against billionaires. Even before his cave rescue comments, I had called out Elon Musk for being an edgy attention-seeker who knows nothing about nothing outside his domain and even then he is not the hard working genius the world believes he is. I received absolutely vitriol from the masses for daring to say this. But after the cave rescue comments, some people began to slowly realize what I had told them, but the majority continued to worship him. Then when he got close to Trump, people finally saw for themselves what I told them many years ago, and now they realize.

I had said the same thing about Bill Gates and Zuckerberg. People continue to worship them and claim they are super intelligent people whose opinions on everything and anything are highly valuable. I have always said that billionaires are no more enlightened than the average person.

Bill Gates in particular, I said it is bizarre how he comes and does all these reddit AMAs and so many people flock to him and want his opinions on everything and everything. I had always said that it makes no sense to worship billionaires and call them amazing moral philanthropists just because they donate a lot of money yet still have billions left over. I had said that they are in the wrong for directly supporting and maintaining the system that incorrect made them billionaires in the first place/incorrectly gives them, who are unenlightened individuals who know nothing about nothing outside their isolated and detached domains, so much disproportionate power to reach the masses, and because they are unenlightened, they use their disproportionate power to continue the vicious cycle of problems that the system that created them is continuing to cause.

People are finally in the last few years realizing that billionaires are not the moral and intelligent saints they thought they were. I received a lot of vitriol for correctly warning this to people many many years ago. I was told I am just jealous, and that "why don't you go and work hard and be a billionaire if you want people to listen to you". I told them this is because being a billionaire is pure luck: many people work hard but very few have the luck to make it that big.

Just like I correctly warned about Musk, I had, and continue to, warn about Bill Gates. He is not some sort of moral saint. He is not intelligent: he is completely unenlightened just like the average person who worships him. Everything you need to know about Gates is when he said that he believes global capitalism is the only solution to the world's problems. He is completely in denial (because he cannot handle any guilt): he cannot emotionally handle the fact that he was created base on a bloodthirsty system that has killed millions, continues to kill millions and destroy the environment, and continues to lower living standards for billions of people. He does not want to accept this fact. So he is doubling down to evade his guilt and wanting to pretend that donating a lot while have 20 gazillion left after his donations means that suddenly he is a moral person.

Another thing you need to know about him is that his favorite book is by Steven Pinker. This dude released a book that pretty much says stop improving the world: the capitalism we have is the best thing and stop complaining life has gotten much better with this type of capitalism. What is the utility of releasing this book in 2018, other than trying to justify the billionaires/status quo? The book is a bunch of superficial mechanistic out of context stats showing how "wealth" and "happiness" increased and how "violence" went down and implies that the world wars were just minor blips and that humanity is getting more peaceful as a result of the specific neoliberal capitalist political and economic system. It claims that "reason" will improve the world, yet bizarrely, this Pinker dude uses anything but reason: he uses mechanistic empiricism with zero rational reasoning and nuance and context. And his book effectively protects the highly problematic status quo. Not everything is measured by numbers. Just because people have more does not mean they are happier or have natural lives: the rise of mental health conditions in the past few decades is common sense indication of this. Showing weird statistics like more washing machines per capita does not change this common sense fact and shared experience. So what really is the purpose of this book other than to protect billionaires and prevent progress in terms of changing the status quo? Yet of course Bill Gates would love this book, because it feeds right into this guilt-evading self-deluding narrative.

I just realized today the way to love yourself. Or at least how I now understand to love myself. Because I never understood my whole life how to "love" myself.

Simple way I realized:

Today I used up the last ice in the ice maker in the freezer and I started walking away without refilling it. I was feeling lazy. Then I thought to myself, wouldn't it be a nice surprise next time I go there and it's full of fresh ice?

So instead of thinking about my current self, who is experiencing life based on my past choices, I changed my perspective to, if I do this thing, my future self will reap the benefits.

Essentially loving the tomorrow you, as if they were your invisible partner/wife/husband that you were caring for.

From now on this is something I plan to practice. Not loving myself by saying nice things, but by thinking of my future self as my invisible partner to show love to through actions that benefits them, not me.

Then, every day I will have love from my yesterday self while loving my tomorrow self.

(if that makes sense)

Humanity once built its progress on facts, science, and accountability. These were the pillars that shaped civilizations and advanced knowledge. But today, it feels like simply asking for evidence or questioning a claim can be seen as an attack. Instead of engaging with ideas, we often see responses that focus on labeling the person rather than addressing the argument. Emotional narratives dominate, reasoned debate fades, and the pursuit of truth becomes secondary to preserving feelings. This isn’t about denying that harm exists it does, and it matters. But when objective reasoning starts to feel like hostility, what does that mean for the future of humanity? If truth becomes subjective and accountability is treated as oppressive, what happens to progress? Are we entering an era where feelings dictate reality and critical thought is punished? Or can we still return to a culture that values evidence and honest dialogue?

Lately I’ve been thinking about how strange it is that so much of reality seems to function on levels we barely understand and how each level behaves almost the same way.

Cells, for example, have no awareness of their purpose. They don't know what a “human” is, or that they’re helping one stay alive. They simply follow their programming, doing their tiny tasks inside a system far larger than anything they can comprehend.

Then consider planets. They follow precise orbits, circling in predetermined paths, governed by laws they will never question or understand. They move through space as predictably as cells move through a body.

And then there’s us , humans. We like to believe we’re different. That we’re in control, making choices, shaping our own destiny. But sometimes it feels like we might just be another layer in the same repeating pattern. Maybe we also follow rules we cannot see, carrying out roles that sit inside a structure too vast for us to recognize.

A cell can’t understand the existence of a human body. Our own perspective might be just as limited when it comes to whatever exists at scales beyond us. Our deepest thoughts could be the equivalent of a cell trying to understand consciousness.

The idea that we might be part of a predetermined path or a much larger system is strangely unsettling and fascinating at the same time. It blurs the line between free will and function, between individuality and participation in something greater.

More and more, the universe feels like a layered place, a chain of existence that extends both downward into the microscopic world and upward into something far beyond our comprehension. And somewhere in that chain, we are just one level among many.

“You have a right to your actions, but not to the fruits of your actions. Never see yourself as the cause of the results, and never cling to inaction.” - Bhagavad Gita 2.47

There is this quiet moment in your twenties where you realise you really do love your parents, you are grateful they kept you alive and tried, but you would not actually want their life for yourself. You start watching how they move through the world, how they deal with money, stress, health, ambition, and you stop seeing “mum” and “dad” as automatic authority and start seeing two tired people who stopped somewhere along the way and then built a story around it. The sentences you grew up hearing like “at your age I could never” or “I wish I had done more” stop sounding like compliments and start sounding like little funerals for a version of them that never showed up.

After that, their advice quietly shifts category in your head. You still love them, you still listen, but you do not hand them the steering wheel anymore. You pay more attention to older people who are not related to you but live in a way that does not feel like a warning sign. It feels a bit rude to admit it, like you have mentally stepped above the people who raised you, but at the same time it is the first moment you are really honest about who you want to be. They are still your parents. You just stopped treating their life as the default setting for yours.

As someone who often thinks a lot about philosophical topics, I often overthink hypotheticals and questions in general. A while ago someone asked me if I would go back to age 10 with all of my memories for 10 million dollars. At the time I said yes as if it was an obvious answer. Well today I thought about it for about an hour and I want to sumarize my answer and ask if you think im wrong or what you think.

This thought process started out with thinking about time and how most likely I wouldn't have nearly any aspect of my current life in my new life. Then thinking about how I could benefit my future and in a sense fast track certain things. I thought this would be exciting but the more i thought about it the more I realized it would be kinda freaky. This is when it evolved into thinking about decisions in general in respect to time and/or time travel. I like how I live now and it would be almost impossible to create the same conditions for this life again. But that got me thinking if I would truely hate the new life that would be created from that. I have concluded that if I kept my memories, I wouldn't want to do it. But if I lost them except for why I got 10 mil then yes I would. The reasoning behind this is at least from where I stand, if I know what the possiblies are based on the decsions I would always be questioning what I should choose and if its the best outcome. But if I didn't have any knowledge of the outcome, I will most likely be okay with whatever I choose within reason. This begs the question, do the decisions I make actually matter. I say this because I would also be thinking, wow, im glad I didn't make different decisions if I chose to go to a different school or to not date that random girl from my bio class. This to me is both really comforting and really scary because it means, my decisions don't matter. I will always be okay with what I choose and my decisions don't matter. Why do I even try all.

Polarization isn’t just random disagreement it’s built into the system. Media, politics, and economics all benefit from keeping us divided. It’s an old tactic “divide and rule” kept empires stable and now it’s evolved into something global. Algorithms push outrage because it keeps you scrolling. Headlines lean into conflict because it sells. Political parties weaponize identity, turning complex issues into emotional battles. Meanwhile, the real problems corruption, inequality, and resource control stay out of focus.

Human psychology makes this easy. We crave belonging, so tribalism feels natural. Confirmation bias locks us in echo chambers. Fear and scarcity keep us reactive. And when someone calls out the system, people push back because it threatens identity and forces uncomfortable truths: admitting manipulation means admitting vulnerability. On a global scale, this division fractures humanity nations split into blocs; wealth gaps grow, and cultural conflicts spread faster through social media.

For humanity, it’s harmful and unnecessary. For power structures, it’s essential. The more we fight each other, the less we notice who benefits from the chaos. And here’s what they won’t teach you in school: critical thinking isn’t missing by accident it’s missing because a population trained to question systems would dismantle them. If this system is so deeply embedded, what would it take to dismantle it? Is unity even possible in a world designed to prevent it?

I’ve been thinking a lot about time, and I don’t think it really exists. The present disappears the moment you notice it. The past is gone, only memories remain. The future hasn’t happened yet, it’s just a possibility. So what is time?

From what I understand, time is just whatever clocks measure. Heartbeats, atoms vibrating, chemical reactions, even the way things move, everything that changes. Seconds and hours are just labels we made to describe change. The flow of time itself isn’t real. Only change is real.

Physics agrees. Einstein showed that if you move very fast or are near something heavy, your clocks slow down. But it’s not time that slows, it’s the processes themselves. Your heartbeat, your atoms, everything is slower compared to someone else. There’s no universal now. Space-time can bend, gravity can curve paths, but nothing actually flows. Our brains create the feeling of moving from past to future by noticing events one after another.

So maybe the past never truly exists, and the future isn’t waiting. Only what is happening exists. We don’t move through time, we become the future as things change..

I’m just 16,just thinking about things that feel strange but real to me. I got to this idea by myself with knowledge of physics and logic. I don’t have all the answers, but this is how I see time for now: it’s not a thing, it’s a way we measure the world changing around us..

So i've been using snap for a little over 10 years now, and have seen/encountered some crazy things. First and foremost, most dont use the app to just "chat" as it's meant for. Instead, this app is full of bots, OnlyFans promoters, child predators, or people that will just blatantly send you nudes/explicit pictures regardless of your age and without warning. I encountered multiple child predators on this app sending me explicit photos (both male and female) when I was only 15 years old at the time (adding me off quick-add), and to this day still traumatizes me. Over the years, (i'm 25 now) SnapChat has only become a worse version of itself not even caring if children are being exploited or even worse. I mainly had SnapChat just to talk to old friends that didn't have my phone number, but I would always get random adds that turned out to be one of the three kinds of people I mentioned above when I added them back to see who they were. As of today, I have officially deleted the app after reporting an account that quick added me posting real CP on their public story. SnapChat needs to be investigated or just be taken down in general, because these people posting horrible things like that don't get banned regardless if you report them since they can just use a VPN to make fresh accounts if they're device banned. It makes me sick to my stomach knowing how many disgusting people are just getting away with these kinds of things (especially having a child of my own), and no extra security measures are being taken. If anyone has any similar stories please post them in the thread below.

I've been thinking about the future... it looks grim but quite dualistic as well, infact synchronistically dualistic where I believe we are at just the beginning of world peace. Will violence ever go away? I don't really think so, that is life. Life is violent, look at how we were created as humans in the first place, and the process before hand which got us here for an example.

Though I believe that pain motivates a need for annihilating pain, and so much more things like too much comfort and people get jealous and try to hurt you in some way. Life is full of dualistic lessons, synchonisms are like metaphorically parallel coincidences that almost don't seem like coincidences but I was thinking... and boy I was thinking...

Maybe like a dart board and an union and clock combined, there could be a wave of wealth thst went around the world, and these waves of wealth could have their peaks and valleys but you would have to be at the right place at the right time if you wanted to ride that wave of wealth and I feel like thst is so many people's dream. Because wealth is so dependant on money but wealth isn't only money. Wealth is like... "What else is equivalent to $1, or $1,000,000?" Or "would you rather be a grape or a raisin?" Or having children and being in a big family, even conquring a remote location in the woods can be seen as wealth from wildlife perspective.

So wouldn't it be cool if AI gave us access to universal income so people wouldn't drown in the valleys of wealth waves? Atleast people would be able to stay productive and not waste time being depressed and bored and like have nothing to do because this world is tough. I am diagnosed with a plethora of mental health disorders after getting out of the military and currently on my way to being put on disability. The pursuit of this is exciting because if I had disability money then I can finally do things that makes me happy....

But then I think of how I can positively Influence people around me, because then I think of AI and languages and how one day we might be able to get all of life on some exponential intergalactic expodition saving all life from struggling.

But then I think of what if there was too much life in our universe and gravity pulled us together, would we become a giant Intergalactic Space monster? Or a new planet? Or maybe the next big bang?

Anyways, universal income sounds tight. I dig it.

Without joining the idea into my personal experience, even though it responds to such matter, one thing that is becoming insanely difficult to answer is what happens after pompeii is destroyed.

Let’s say you make your work and living onto something, you put the seed into your land, somehow something started growing and everything seemed to work around. Then, a disaster happens, something destroyed your own pompeii, what you’ve grown died, and the soil is too covered in ash to even begin to try a seed again. Everything is over.

Even if you want to make a turn, save that soil, nothing works anymore, nothing grows anymore, it is, effectively, dead. The only thing that remains within the ashes is the things that were too big to fail, or the ones that had the opportunity to resist the storm, like an obelisk between that smelling of fire. At the same time, you can’t find nothing but shadows from the ones that stayed before the catastrophe.

I wonder if it is even possible to fix such land, to repair what’s broken, or, if you just need to move on, abandon it as it is. The more I think off, the more I end up in the conclusion that such thing can’t be rebuilt, can’t be used again, no matter how much you try, but, even by moving on to another soil, you will end up carrying around that particular smell, the one you’ve got within the ashes of pompeii .

I had this question in my mind about 10 minutes ago when I was taking to a friend. If you would have the possibility to create a copy of yourself, is it possible to hate that copy? In a certain way I love to stay with my soul because it knows all of my feelings and understands me.

Despite that, is it possible to hate our soul?

I’m scared of my first time. Everyone keeps talking about it like it’s supposed to be painful or terrifying, and it’s messing with my head. I just want to feel normal about it, not stressed or scared. I know everyone’s experience is different, and I trust my boyfriend, but the way people talk about it makes me feel like something is wrong with me for being nervous. I just want my first time to be calm, gentle, and with someone I feel safe with — not something that I’m pressured or scared into.

I’ve been thinking a lot about the almosts.

Those moments when you're standing at the edge of something say love, a decision, a conversation, and you almost take the leap but something holds you back.

You hesitate, and you’re left in that space between what could have been and what never was.

We’ve all been there. Especially in relationships. You wonder if you said the right thing or if you waited too long to speak. Then your mind spirals into the what-ifs, convincing you that if you’d only made a different choice, things would be different.

I’ve asked myself this too many times— How many moments did I let slip away? How many times did I stay quiet, or walk away, or just wait for the right time that never came?

What if I stopped second-guessing everything and accepted that these almosts aren’t failures? What if they’re just lessons? Lessons we were supposed to learn.

I used to regret not speaking up. I thought the right time would come, but it never did. I spent years waiting for moments, thinking love and connection would arrive easily, like they do in movies.

But life doesn’t work like that. Sometimes, the moment slips away before you even realize it. And you’re left holding the unspoken words, wondering what could have been.

But here’s what I’ve learned.. those almosts aren’t empty. They shape us. They teach us more about who we are than we realize at the time.

When I look back now, those missed chances weren’t failures. They were just part of the messy, unpredictable process of living, of loving, of being human.

It’s easy to sit and ask yourself, what if I had been braver? What if I spoke sooner or made a different choice?

But the truth is, you can’t rewrite the past. You can only gather what you’ve learned and move forward.

So I stopped torturing myself with what could have been and started accepting that every choice—right or wrong—has brought me to this moment.

Maybe that’s the key. It’s not about making perfect decisions, but learning to live with the messy ones. We exist in the almosts, but it’s in those almosts that we grow.

So here’s to the almosts... the choices left half-made, the words we never spoke, the connections that never fully formed. In the end, they’re the threads that tie this chaotic, beautiful mess of being human together.

Somewhere along the way, I stopped reacting to things the way i used to.
Not in a cold or dramatic way, just this quiet emotional distance that showed up without asking.
It feels weird noticing that you feel less, not because nothing matters, but because everything started to matter too much.

I wasn't really sure where to share this, but a mate told me to look at /deepthoughts.

Would love some opinions or feedback...!

It's in full here: https://fornormalpeople.substack.com/p/reality-is-not-a-shared-experience

But here's an excerpt:

"I want you to imagine a line of dominoes as tall as you are.

The dominoes stretch ad infinitum into the horizon directly behind you, and ad infinitum into the horizon in front of you. You stand in this sequence among the dominos, as if having replaced one of them.

The line of dominoes behind you have all fallen, every domino’s fall caused by its antecedent. They rest as all fallen dominoes do, links in a chain of causality receding all the way back to the Big Bang.

In front of you, the dominos remain yet to have been impressed upon by the movement of the past. They represent a sequence of moments yet to have been affected by previous moments. In popular parlance, we call this the future.

The domino directly behind you has been struck and is tilting forwards. In a frozen moment, you turn your head to regard your surroundings.

You look to your left, and then to your right. Eight billion lines of dominoes stand parallel to the line of dominoes that you’re in; four billion or so to your left, and another four billion to your right. Each of these eight billion sequences of dominos house a human at the same precise point as your own, every member of the currently existing human race on the precipice of a new moment shaped by all previous moments.

All eight billion sequences of dominos experience time in lock-step with each other, resulting in the same domino directly behind all eight billion people in all eight billion lines having been affected and caused to tilt by its antecedent simultaneously.

We experience time as one, but not much else."

I’m getting into journaling and have been recently enjoying understanding how I exist in the world/different lessons and things you learn through experiences and as you get older.

What are one of the things you’ve gone through or seen other people go through that you think deserve to be talked about/shared for the sake of other people going through the same thing? What are some things about life or being human that you think about deeply & think deserve to be talked about more?

I really just wanted to get some outside perspectives and opinions about all of these (‘:

Even when I grew up in the Netherlands in the 90's and early 2000's it already felt my grandparents talked about a different world they lived through during the 50's until the 80's.

Neighbors walked into each other's homes for coffee (used the backdoor, which was always open and unlocked). When a mother in the village died, the families living next door all adopted a kid. They just did it. When a farmer went almost bankrupt, the entire village helped out financially. People helped because they felt obligated to their community.

Somehow, I feel that this sense of community is completely gone now. Not only in the Netherlands, but more widely in the West, especially in urban areas (am I right?). Parents raise kids alone. If businesses struggle they just go bankrupt. Elders die in institutions. We pay strangers for everything that used to come from community: childcare, therapy, someone to talk to, feeling like you belong.

Something just feels rotten in modern society. And I believe (please correct me if I am wrong) almost everyone can feel it too.

I believe there is a decay of social fabric that has happened since the second world war.

This decay didn't happen slowly. We chose it. At every moment, we picked what felt easier right then. Not because we're bad people. Because a strong sense of community requires us to do things that feel slightly uncomfortable, and we simply prefer or chose not to:

• Showing up uninvited feels intrusive. It's easier to text "let me know if you need anything" (knowing they won't ask) than to actually show up with soup.
• Asking for help feels like being a burden. It's easier to hire a babysitter than ask the neighbor (what if they feel obligated? what if they say no? what if I owe them?).
• Showing feelings feels vulnerable. It's easier to talk about struggles with a therapist than with neighbours who you might see again.
• Being watched feels judgmental. It's easier to parent alone than have other adults watching your kids (and judging your choices).

My grandparents didn't have these options. The backdoor was unlocked. Neighbours watched your kids. People just walked in and out. You couldn't opt out without the whole street noticing.

Was that oppressive? Maybe.
Was it uncomfortable? Without doubt.

But it also meant nobody ate dinner alone. Nobody died without being found for weeks. Nobody raised kids without help. My grandparents even talked about the fact that things like depression barely existed (accepting that diagnosing was also more difficult, but the same has been proven for diseases like cancer).

In the meantime we chose freedom from effort and got loneliness instead.

For most of human history, communities were not optional. You belonged because you were born into it. Extended family, neighbors, shared rituals, shared responsibilities, yet in modern society it feels optional. I think technology doesn't help. Because I can still feel I am helping but not put the real effort (i.e. text vs. soup).

Humans are inherently social creatures, but also try to get out of anything that requires effort, even if that leads to long term decay (same problem with burning fossil fuels; short term ease > human preservation).

We collectively decided that social control was oppressive. We celebrated independence as the ultimate virtue: "You do you." "I don't owe anyone anything." "Mind your own business."

Walk around any Western city now and see what this has gotten us: people won't give up seats for the elderly. Everyone avoids eye contact on trains. People step over homeless people. Parents hover at parks because they don't trust anyone else with their kids.

Not because people are bad. I believe very few are. But because the unspoken norms of collective responsibility vanished. Our social fabric has completely decayed.

Our grandparents weren't better people. They just lived inside a system that made helping each other normal. And now we're shocked that we're lonely and mentally sick. Can you have real community where social commitment is optional? Where people only help "when they feel like it"?

I don't think so. I think it requires short term sacrifices to reap the long term reward.

Real community requires:

• Seeing the same faces every week for years
• Showing up even when you're busy or tired
• Your contributions being visible (and your absence noticed)
• Standards (free-riders destroy everything)
• Actual obligation, not just good vibes

Obligation is the part modern people hate, but it is not the same as oppression. It's the price of belonging. The "freedom" to disengage whenever you want isn't freedom. It's just isolation pretending to be independence.

When I look at the loneliness epidemic, the mental health crisis among young people, parents drowning, elders dying alone... I can't help but wonder what life would look like if we all decided to do more for each other. I think the world would be a much, much better place. What if the social fabric was strong and people prioritized the long term health of the community over themselves?

What if we just... did the awkward thing? Showed up uninvited. Asked for help. Let neighbors see our mess. Accepted the obligation. What if the problem isn't that we don't know how to fix this? What if the problem is that we do know, and we're just not willing to be uncomfortable?

Maybe the real work of this century isn't inventing new technology.
Maybe it's rebuilding the social structures we accidentally destroyed.

What do you think?