ayoamadu

The world is loud these days, so loud that wisdom can hardly breathe.
Every voice claims truth, every tongue wields certainty like a sword.
And yet, the more the noise rises, the more the silence of understanding retreats.

We live in the age of confident ignorance,
where the mountain of ego is built upon a molehill of knowing.
Where the uninformed speak with thunder, and the informed doubt with grace.
What a strange thing; that those who know the least
often fear doubt the most.

The Dunning–Kruger Effect is no theory now; it is a mirror,
held up to a generation that confuses volume with vision.
It whispers a truth we do not wish to face: we are not as wise as we think.

True wisdom does not shout, it listens.
It bends its knee to mystery,
and finds power not in opinion, but in awe.
It questions, not to win, but to understand.

But ignorance, dressed in confidence, knows no such humility.
It builds towers of conviction on the sand of assumption,
and calls them citadels of truth.
And so, the blind lead the bold, and the wise, weary of shouting, fade quietly into the background.

Yet the cure is not despair, it is awareness.
To know the limits of our knowing is the beginning of wisdom.
To see our blindness is the first glimpse of sight.

For in the end, the truly enlightened are not those who claim to know everything, but those who forever remain students
in a world that endlessly teaches