There was a time when I believed in the weight of words, the solidity of ideas, the permanence of what we build. But now, I see cracks. I see structures standing not because they are strong, but because we have agreed not to push too hard.
Society is a machine of constructs—success, morality, love, identity—each an intricate gear turning in seamless rhythm, grinding individuality into a fine, forgettable dust. We are born into blueprints, handed maps that promise meaning, given scripts with no room for improvisation. And yet, beneath this careful architecture, I feel the slow erosion. A quiet undoing.
Success, they tell us, is a destination, a peak to ascend. But why, then, does every arrival feel like another starting line? Why does the summit shift the moment I reach it? They measure it in wealth, titles, applause—but when stripped of ornamentation, does success have a shape of its own? Or is it merely a construct, a mirage shimmering just far enough to keep us running?
Morality, too, is a fickle thing—an illusion of permanence that bends under the weight of time. Once, they burned witches. Now, they burn reputations. The tools have changed, the fire remains. And yet, we believe in right and wrong as if they are carved into the fabric of the universe, instead of written in the ink of convenience.
Love—what an intricate illusion, woven with expectations and measured in milestones. They tell us love must be named, defined, caged within commitment to be real. But what if love is just presence? What if it does not need to be spoken, promised, or preserved? The construct demands structure, but the heart is fluid. How much of love do we lose in trying to make it fit?
And so, these constructs persist. They rise like monuments, revered yet hollow, dictating the shape of our lives. But time is relentless. It weathers even the most sacred architecture. And as the years pass, I wonder—will these constructs crumble by force, or will they collapse under the quiet weight of their own irrelevance?
Perhaps the real deconstruction is not happening to society, but within us.