Reverence can quietly become self-erasure. When admiration turns into kneeling, something essential is misplaced. This reflection questions our habit of sanctifying the past — and asks what it would mean to remember ourselves instead.
Tag: modernity
There are moments when the noise of the age grows so thick — so insistently loud — that something in us quietly steps back, listening for a deeper resonance beneath the static. We feel the strain in the seams of society, the drift in the collective psyche, the hollowing out of promises that once shaped our sense of direction. And yet, in that retreat, there’s a kind of clarity — a recognition that something essential is being asked of us again.
There’s a quiet current moving beneath the noise — a longing to return to something simpler, more deliberate, more real. Many feel it, though few name it. It’s not about running away from the city or chasing the romanticism of off-grid life, but about listening for what’s authentic beneath the habits and systems we’ve built. Each step, whether toward a village or back into town, becomes a question of belonging — to place, to purpose, to truth.