The Return of Truth

I think when societies were forming, when the world was shaping systems, when civilizations were coming together, and countries were fighting for their freedoms, people showed up. Black people who were enslaved, women who didn’t even have the right to vote, people who were tested on in the name of science—all of them showed up. They built ideologies. They created communities. They formed movements. They went out on the streets. They spoke. They fought. And in many ways, they won.

And now, history is repeating itself, just dressed differently.

The world still looks the same, but it’s filtered now. It’s edited. It’s branded.

Power is still power.

It just wears better clothes and sells skincare now.

They’re trying to control everything—through media, through ads, through aesthetics, through new ways of numbing people. The wellness industry, lifestyle influencers, curated feminism, performance activism, plastic trends, dopamine marketing, even the sudden obsession with “healing” and “individual transformation”—it’s all becoming part of the same machinery. Everything is being sold. Even rebellion.

It’s not just about who gets the lead roles or who’s called empowered. That’s just one tiny part of a much bigger pattern. Capitalism knows how to dress things up, make them socially acceptable, turn them into culture. Feminism. Sustainability. Resistance. Everything’s been wrapped in shiny packaging and sold back to us.

The worst part is that young minds are being shaped by this. People are learning how to perform before they learn how to think.But I still believe this won’t last forever. It can’t. Because nothing ever does.

Slavery ended.

Women gained rights.

Empires fell.

Change always comes, even when it feels impossible. And the truth is, most people in this world aren’t living this curated, online life. They’re not drinking matcha. They’re not posting infographics. They don’t have access to trending conversations or identity politics.

They’re just surviving. They see gender as gender. Life as life. A meal as food—not a high-protein, keto-friendly, influencer-approved thing.

They still think dal and roti is enough.

And they are the majority.

One day, these people will speak again—not through posts, not through filters, but through collective action. One day, people will remember how to show up for each other. For the earth. For real causes. For their children. The social movements will rise again, not just as hashtags but as real resistance. And when that happens, all this curated chaos we’re drowning in—the politics of aesthetics, the influencer activism, the manipulative media—this wildfire of bullshit will finally burn itself out.

Because systems built on control always collapse. And this one will too.

It’s just a matter of time.

There are still majority of the real people in the world.

And someday, we’ll be the ones shaping what comes next.