People don’t form opinions anymore. They subscribe to them.
Thinking is work, and work is out of fashion.

Everyone wants ideas prepackaged and ready to post.
The modern mind doesn’t chew anymore. It swallow everything and excretes is like worthless shit.
Beliefs are now like streaming services: cancel anytime, no effort required.

Once, thought was rebellion. Now it’s repetition.
People mistake noise for nuance. They think conviction is the same as comprehension.
They don’t ask questions, they wait for someone louder to answer for them.

The age of information has produced the dullest generation of minds.
We have infinite access to knowledge and zero curiosity.
People google wisdom, screenshot it, and call it perspective.
They can’t reason; they can only repost.

There was a time when disagreement sharpened people.
Now it just offends them.
Discomfort is treated like violence, and confusion like humiliation.
Everyone wants to be right, but no one wants to be intelligent.

Education has become a ritual, not a revelation.
It teaches obedience dressed as critical thinking.
People memorize what to say, not how to think.
They collect degrees like trophies for never questioning the system that awarded them.

Philosophy has been replaced by opinion.
And opinion by algorithm.
The machine doesn’t care what you believe, as long as you keep believing loudly.

There’s no such thing as thought leadership, only thought outsourcing.
Everyone repeats the same moral slogans, then applauds themselves for bravery.
Originality has been buried under consensus, and consensus is now a virtue.

People talk about “open-mindedness” the way addicts talk about quitting.
They love the idea, just not the effort.
To think independently means to be alone.
No one wants that.

The crowd is safer. It tells you what’s acceptable to think, what’s dangerous to say, and when to pretend you’ve changed your mind.
Everyone speaks in pre-approved language.
Even rebellion has templates now.

People consume opinions the way they consume food: for comfort, not nutrition.
And like fast food, most of it is tasteless, addictive, and slowly fatal.

The lazy mind thrives on certainty.
It feeds on headlines, hashtags, and half-truths.
It cannot imagine complexity because complexity threatens identity.
Better to stay simple and angry than nuanced and alone.

The thinker has become an endangered species.
They speak quietly, and no one hears them.
The mob speaks loudly, and everyone listens.
Volume now counts as validity.

People used to wrestle with contradictions.
Now they block them.
Silence used to mean reflection.
Now it just means there is a poor internet connection.

The cost of independent thought is exile.
The reward of conformity is applause.
Guess which one people choose.

Everyone says “do your own research,” but no one actually does.
They just find sources that confirm their biases and call it truth.
We’ve mistaken validation for verification.
And pride ourselves on ignorance as long as it’s shared.

The lazy mind wants opinions that fit like clothes.
Something flattering, fashionable, and easy to change when trends shift.
There’s no loyalty to truth, only to comfort.
No passion for insight, only for identity.

We are all customers in the marketplace of meaning.
We pay with attention, and we’re sold simplicity.
The salesman smiles, the buyer nods, and both pretend it’s wisdom.

No one wants to build a thought from scratch.
It’s easier to borrow one, repaint it, and call it authenticity.
Thinking has become a hobby for those with time to waste.
And time is the one thing no one has.

The mind is now a follower.
It scrolls, it reacts, it mimics.
It no longer asks “why?” – only “who said it?”

Once, a man could spend a lifetime questioning the world.
Now, he scrolls for five minutes and feels informed.
He confuses awareness with understanding, and outrage with depth.
He knows everything except himself.

The tragedy of the modern age isn’t ignorance.
It’s the arrogance of people who think they’re informed.
We don’t lack knowledge. We lack digestion.
Information goes in; nothing transforms.

The mind, left unexercised, decays like any muscle.
And yet we admire it as if possession were enough.
No one wants to train their mind anymore.
They just want it to look clever in conversation.

In the end, people don’t think because thinking is lonely.
And no one wants to be alone with what they might discover.

He who doubts, thinks.
He who repeats, survives.

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