In the age of the internet, silence is suspect. Thoughtfulness is unfashionable. And wisdom? Often ignored in favor of whatever shouts the loudest.
We live in the age of democratized voices — where everyone can speak, and most do. It was meant to be a revolution of ideas. A breaking down of gatekeeping. A chance for the unheard to finally be heard.
But somewhere in this revolution, something precious was trampled!
📣 When the Fool Got a Mic
There was once a time when knowledge had to be earned — through years of study, wrestling with ideas, sitting under teachers, being proven by time.
Now?
A Wi-Fi connection, a ring light, and an opinion will do.
The pseudo-intellectual thrives here — quoting Plato like a podcast catchphrase, remixing Freud into memes, and cherry-picking Nietzsche to sound rebellious.
Their gospel spreads, not through the rigor of thought, but through viral algorithms.
They’re not read — they’re watched. Not challenged — but followed.
The fool doesn’t whisper in the shadows anymore.
He monetizes his ignorance.
🪙 The Fall of Gatekeepers — and the Cost
Yes, some forms of gatekeeping needed to fall.
Yes, the democratization of ideas brought in fresh perspectives.
But not every gatekeeper was a tyrant. Some were guardians — of truth, of method, of clarity.
Now, every voice is considered equal, not by merit, but by visibility.
And in the loud marketplace of ideas, truth is drowned in entertainment.
The wise, who speak slowly and carefully, are often left unheard. Their nuance doesn't fit neatly in reels or tweets.
And we?
We scroll on — half-laughing, half-learning, always consuming, rarely thinking.
🤐 The Temptation to Speak — and the Wisdom to Withhold
There are days when you want to speak up. To comment. To correct.
You hear a half-baked argument dressed in confidence and feel the fire rise in your bones.
But then comes the question:
“Is it worth it?”
“Who am I to speak?”
And maybe — just maybe — you choose silence.
Not out of fear, but out of reverence for words.
Because you know that truth is not a performance.
It is a calling. A cross to carry. A weight to bear.
😔 The Grief of the Watcher
For those who still value thought, the noise is exhausting.
You see ignorance crowned with likes.
You watch nuance mocked by memes.
You observe once-serious minds repackaging their ideas to stay “relevant.”
And somewhere deep down, a part of you grieves.
Because truth deserves better.
Because the sacred is not meant to be content.
Because wisdom should not have to compete with trend cycles.
📜 And Yet… A Psalm for the Tired
So, you wait.
You write in quiet corners.
You think deeply even if no one listens.
And you hold on to this hope:
Why do the fools prosper in the age of noise?
Their lips drip with confidence, though their minds are hollow.
I keep my silence, though fire burns in my bones.
But the Lord will expose their shadows.
Time, His quiet servant, will sift the true from the false.
Not all voices need to shout.
Some only need to endure.
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