Toxic Ventilation

Some days I’m sick of watching people cosplay wisdom. Everybody loud, nobody disciplined. Everybody “chosen,” nobody consistent.

Folks want the fruit, but flinch at the farming. They quote ancestors but won’t honor time. They scream “truth” but panic when mirrors show up.

I’m tired of half-awake opinions wrapped in confidence. Tired of people mistaking vibes for vision. Tired of shortcuts being sold as enlightenment.