Death by GPT Syndrome

Call it a syndrome and people pay attention. Call it a habit and they yawn. Death by GPT Syndrome deserves the attention.

The syndrome feeds on a simple confusion: mistaking motion for progress, or intensity for importance. Once the confusion sets in, everything feels urgent and nothing gets finished.

Watch the woman lighting the evening lamp in a small flat after a hard day. Nobody taught her that ritual builds a floor under the falling feeling. She simply knows.

In the end, life asks only whether we were awake while it happened. Tomorrow will provide the test. It always does.