The Price of Seeing
The world doesn’t run on intelligence.
It runs on selective blindness.
Ask why too often and the whole thing cracks.
Most people call it focus.
It’s anesthesia.
The smart ones learn to look away.
The awake ones can’t.
So they drift sideways: half in, half out.
They know one bed is enough.
One breath.
One quiet hour without lies.
Freedom’s not a gift.
It’s the cost of seeing.