#89 They Gave You a Painless World and You Called It Progress

You have made a virtue of not hurting. You call it health. You call it balance. But all you've really done is teach your will to vanish before it ever rises. You choose the lover who demands nothing, the work that leaves you sleepy, the thought that never unsettles — and you call this intelligence.

I call it a cowardice so refined it has become invisible even to the coward.

The globe is flattening into one great, gray smile. Not because we're getting closer, but because we're all running from the same thing: a life that asks you to burn.