25/10/2025
We are taught that if we want to be someone, we must go to the city. Where noise is currency. Where ambition is proof. Where weekends are booked and sunsets are leftover reflections on the glass of a skyrise.
But the city is a scam, don’t buy it!
It will sell you struggle disguised as success, isolation as independence, and burnout as ambition. You step into a big city and feel it immediately. The loud but unspoken arithmetic of class. It happens so fast.
The mind starts sorting instantly:
them, me, above, below.
And without noticing, you became smaller inside yourself.
You watch your own principles — the ones that tether you to meaning—start to erode beneath the weight of appearances, that is the currency of modern civilisation. Cities hand out promises like flyers:
belonging, opportunity, greatness.
But what you find is loneliness sharper than the absence of people.
A treadmill pace of survival disguised as aspiration.
A beauty that can be photographed but not touched…
…always just outside of reach.
We walk fast because stillness would reveal too much — that the city life is built on the idea that more is more.
But more isn’t always abundance.
Sometimes it’s just noise.
