The master smiled and replied, “You don’t stop them. You watch them, like you would watch clouds float across the sky. Some clouds are dark, some are white, but none of them stay forever.”
On one hand, people sharing their trauma online has created a language for pain that earlier generations never had. Ten years ago, you couldn’t openly talk about anxiety, toxic families, or burnout without being judged. Now, someone makes a reel about it, and thousands comment, “This is me.” That recognition is healing in itself, it reminds us we’re not alone.
Because power doesn’t change people. It reveals them. I’ve seen it too many times in corporate life: the quiet team player who suddenly becomes a manager and turns into a dictator. Or the brilliant high performer who collapses under the pressure of being responsible for others.