RU//BONUS//WHY REBUILD AT ALL?

On Controlled Folly, and Doing It Anyway

So you’ve burned it all down.

You’ve undone the stories, the compulsions, the name tag that said “this is me.”

You sat in the silence underneath it all—and it didn’t offer you meaning, or comfort, or any neat conclusion. Just space. Stillness. Absurd, terrifying freedom.

So now what?

Why do anything at all?

If you’re not a fixed self…

If you’ve seen through the illusion of meaning, identity, purpose…

Then why get out of bed and rebuild anything?

This is the real question. The one people avoid.

Because once you’ve seen through it all, it’s very easy to drift into numbness.

To float. To collapse back into the screen, the noise, the loops—because they at least give the appearance of motion.

But that’s not freedom. That’s sleep.