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I came across the quote above and it slapped me right in the face.
It made me ask an uncomfortable question:
Am I insight hoarding?
Am I collecting wisdom as a way to avoid action?
Consuming instead of doing?
Learning instead of moving?
Am I actually using anything I take in?
Am I mistaking mental clarity for progress in life?
But the truth is: I love learning. I genuinely do.
I love finding a nugget of wisdom.
A line in a book.
A clipped quote form a podcast.
A paragraph that feels like it was written for my exact situation.
I get comfort in it.
It makes me feel understood.
Less alone.
Like someone else has seen the same patterns and named them before I could.
And that’s not nothing.
But there’s a thin line between learning that moves you forward…
and learning that keeps you still.
At some point, insight stops being a tool and starts becoming a buffer.
A way to feel close to change without paying its cost.
That’s the part I’m trying to look at honestly.
Not whether learning is good or bad.
But whether I’m using it to move, or using it to hide.
