Wednesday, September 9, 2026

Francis Fukuyama is downright prophetic, isn’t he?

Unfortunately, I really believe that this is true for some people.

The thing nobody tells you about growing up is that seasons survive you.

." i miss the version of me who could spend entire afternoons looking at clouds and feel productive. i miss the way summer used to stretch. i miss boredom. god, i miss boredom. children complain about being bored because they do not understand its luxury. boredom is proof that time belongs to you. now every moment seems monetized, optimized, scheduled, documented. even rest has become a project. even hobbies have become content. even joy has become performance. sometimes i wonder if half of adulthood is simply learning how to protect your wonder from efficiency"

https://yearlyblues.substack.com/p/everything-you-thought-was-drowning?selection=cbc00f23-c0ce-4286-87ee-25dede10b592

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stretch. i miss boredom. god, i miss boredom. children complain about being bored because they do not understand its luxury. boredom is proof that time belongs to you. now every moment seems monetized, optimized, scheduled, documented. even rest has become a project. even hobbies have become content. even joy has become performance. sometimes i wonder if half of adulthood is simply learning how to protect your wonder from efficiency

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