Getting Used to Things Is the Most Insidious Disaster

Getting used to things is the most insidious disaster.

At first, you rebel. You say, “This is too much.” Then you begin to get used to it. To the sound of sirens, to the price tags in the market, to the ordinariness of injustice, to the accepted silence.

One morning, you open your eyes and realize that you have begun to look silently past the very thing you should have screamed about the most.

And then, without even realizing it, the helplessness in front of the courthouse, the crowd walking through the streets with bowed heads, all of it turns into a habit. Because getting used to things is the easiest way to survive. But at the same time, it is the slow surrender of the soul.

“What can we do, what is in our hands?” “This is the order of things.” “Is it up to us to fix the world?”

These sentences quietly tell the story of a country’s collapse.

And yet there are things one must never get used to. One does not get used to a journalist who reports the news every morning at the cost of their freedom, to a young person who has lost their entire future, or to a mother carrying the photograph of her child while seeking justice.

If you get used to it, you fall silent. As you remain silent, you rot from within. And a society that rots from within disappears without even noticing.

Sometimes, simply not forgetting a single sentence passing through your mind becomes a form of resistance. Sometimes the feeling in your heart that cannot be silenced, that quiet “this cannot go on like this,” becomes the last fortress that does not fall.

If you can still say within yourself, “This is not just,” then you have not yet been defeated. Because true surrender begins first within.

A country rots by remaining silent. A people are erased by accepting. And if someone, despite everything, can still say within themselves, “This should not be this way,” then there is always hope that one day change will become inevitable.