they stripped us of our depth—and we were too distracted to notice

lately i've been thinking about the fact that we are living in a time of fatigue disguised as productivity, where information overload and immediacy have replaced reflection and depth. we are constantly busy, responding quickly but thinking less, and gradually we begin to crave something else: more meaning, more intention, more silence.

plataforms like "substack" are emerging as sanctuaries for those who miss deep thinking—a response to a life lived on autopilot, repeating routines that were never truly ours. we've started asking ourselves: when was the last time we were truly present, uninterrupted?

we've realized we've traded depth for speed, and that trade-off has impaired our ability to think, to decide, and even to know ourselves. we live so much on the surface that we paradoxically end up drowning in it, stuck in a never-ending race—efficient, productive, "correct", but disconnected.

and this isn't accidental: there’s a system that benefits from keeping us distracted and restless, because if we stop, we start to question. and questioning is risky for the system. that's why we've been taught to fear silence, rest, stillness. but without time to feel or space to ask ourselves what we truly want, how can we ever find meaning?