Some days arrive without instructions. No theme. No urgency. Just a calm assertion that something needs to be said. Today seems one of those days. Ideas usually arrive loudly. They knock. They demand attention. They come with references, arguments and conclusions. Today, nothing came to me. Only useless noise. And plain weariness.

We are trained to believe that writing begins with ideas. It does not. It begins with observing. With noticing. With discomfort. With a pause that feels unproductive but is not. We live in times obsessed with pace. Opinions are expected instantly. Reactions faster than thought. Ironically, silence is treated as absence, not reflection. But silence is often full. We just lack patience to listen.

Yes, there is pressure to always comment. On politics. On disparity. On climate. On crises that refresh every hour. The world demands commentary even when the mind asks for rest. This constant demand has consequences. Thought becomes repetitive. Language becomes borrowed. Conviction becomes performance.

Sometimes, the real honest response is to accept that you don’t know what to say. To sit with that unease. To........

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