When you’re truly awake, something irreversible happens; you begin to see the difference between meaningless momentum and meaning—between activity and actual aliveness. The world may still applaud the image, the busy hands & tired souls; but you no longer mistake movement for purpose, or noise for truth.
You look around and see it clearly; most people aren’t truly living—they’re just repeating. Their days echo unconscious loops, fueled by ego & fear, performed under the illusion of progress. You see the endless chase—for validation, cheap & artificial success, control—as nothing more than polished survival; a soulless dance performed by minds that were never asked to think, only to follow, fit in & stay asleep.
You stop seeking understanding from those who’ve never questioned their own programming; you stop asking for connection from those who only know how to perform. Their ego is loud, but hollow; their routines are polished, but disconnected.
They mock what threatens their illusion—not out of strength, but out of fear; you feel their discomfort in the presence of truth and you no longer take it personally.
This level of awareness doesn’t make you bitter—it makes you selective; you no longer hand out pieces of your soul just to feel seen.
You stop trying to save what refuses to wake.
Because the sacred ones—the real ones—don’t need convincing; their eyes have always carried the fire.
They’ve held the truth in their silence; they’ve felt this ache too.
These are your people—the ones who still remember the language of depth, even when the world forgot.
The rest? Background noise; distractions; fog.
Let it pass. Observe it, but don’t absorb it.
Witness it, but don’t water down your truth to be pleasant for the soulless & those who are sleeping. Your clarity is sacred; your presence and energy, when aligned properly, calls the others home.
Apr 29, 2025
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