What happens when I stop trying to live my life as if I’m the hero of the story?
What if I tried to elevate everyone around me instead? Not for some reward in the afterlife, but because watching others reach their potential is the reward.
Every minute spent staring into a screen is another minute of my life handed over to the tech authoritarian class.
To me, it’s just wasted time. But not to them.
It’s another minute I’m not creating an alternative life: a life without them.
Every six months or so, I log back into the socials to see what’s going on.
Within hours, I’m reminded why I leave: a flood of anons opining about things they know nothing about.
Seemingly innocuous, but incredibly divisive. As if by design.
Today is the day I will break through my doom scrolling echo chamber.
A digital émigré stepping into the analog world.
But let me post this first.