#101 The Ease You Feel Is the Rot of Your Own Authority

You have not been 'following the rules.' You have been fleeing the weight of your own judgment. Every time you ask 'what does the policy say,' a small, essential organ inside you atrophies. You are not being moral; you are being comfortable. The herd applauds.

One day, a question rises for which no precedent exists. You will stand there, blinking, and you will feel for the first time that you have traded your backbone for a cushion. And you will call it an existential crisis. I call it the bill coming due for a life lived as a tenant in your own mind.

They will say you have lost direction. Do not flatter yourself. You never had it. You had a script, and you mistook it for a spine.