We’ve been sold the idea that everything is relative. That your reality and mine are parallel bubbles, and that every symbol is an infinite well of interpretations. It sounds inclusive. It sounds intellectual. But it’s a trap.
This trap creates an illusion of progress. Inside, you are sprinting through an infinite loop of meaning; outside, you are frozen. You are busy, but you aren’t moving.
The problem is that while symbols are polysemous and they can have too many interpretations, evidence is finite. You can debate the meaning of a map forever, but if the map shows a cliff and you keep walking, gravity won’t pause to interpret your narrative.
“Analysis paralysis” is born from ignoring the fact that reality is in charge. Mental health isn’t about being right; it’s about loving reality unconditionally—especially when it’s uncomfortable.
Without a frame, an idea isn’t useful; it’s just noise. An automated flood of perspectives paralyzes the intimate process of making meaning. Abstractions that can mean anything end up meaning nothing. We get stuck in an infinite loop of interpretation.
In software, this is known as accidental complexity: the self-serving bloat that smothers the essential complexity required for a system to function. While essential complexity drives useful behavior, accidental complexity just consumes resources to justify its own existence.
These abstractions are mental parasites. They feed on themselves without delivering a single gram of value to real life.
Only when you accept constraints—the rules of the real game vs. the rules of the pretend game—does an idea become practical. Claiming that “everything is relative” is a cheap trick: an absolute premise masquerading as humility to evade scrutiny to install a mistake.
Vagueness is an intellectual smoke screen. Ambiguity is the refuge of those afraid to be wrong. If you aren’t willing to despise the false and accept that some things are simply true, you will never do anything that matters.
Reality is not an opinion. It’s the ground beneath your feet.
Stop debating the map and start walking on solid premises that defend themselves through self-evidence — or accept that you prefer the brief illusion of safety of a paralysis that history will simply evaporate.