Canada has a perfectly organized system. Well, not perfect, but it's organized. The problem is that I started to feel like I was losing my humanity because everything I do, I do for the system. This starts with the streets, traffic lights, police, and taxation, and includes having to follow certain ways to do my job, and having to speak and talk in certain ways. It actually started to feel so artificial and robotic that I now miss my simple, raw life in Egypt. I loved how I developed ways to find parking for my car. I love and miss how I found ways to go through traffic and go between lanes. I miss finding ways to cross streets even when traffic is fast and dangerous. I had been developing a lot of features as a human, a lot of skills, and a lot of intelligence as a human. Today in Canada, in this organized, artificial, plastic life, I am losing those. I don't actually see what the gain is. I am not gaining any kind of improvement in the quality of my life. I don't think that it's better for my health, my spirituality, or my intelligence. In fact, the health system here, which is supposed to be of a higher quality, is a big letdown. You can ask any Canadian about it, and they will agree. If you have a problem, if you suspect a problem, or if you need a checkup to avoid a problem, good luck finding someone to take care of you. This is the system that we live in. It is designed to serve the system, and the system is going to promise to take care of you the way it sees fit. This is not a system where you are empowered to take care of yourself. This is the reality. You actually need to hide yourself. You actually need to wear the mask and follow that system. Yes, the country and the system itself will become stronger. Yes, the system itself will be a superpower. But you, as a human, as an individual, every day you live here and participate in the system, you are losing your humanity and your skills. The day that system crashes, and it will, you will realize that you are left with nothing because you are not trained to learn, you are not trained to grow, and you are not trained to have any kind of skills that can help you take care of yourself. That is a very harsh reality that every Canadian needs to understand. Not just any Canadian, actually, but everyone who lives in what we call a first-world country. This is the system that we are talking about. It's exactly that. It's worse with Canada because they act like they are humans. They act like they care. They act empathetic. They act like they give a shit about you. In reality, they are very good actors. They want to look like they accept differences. They want to look like they love whoever is different from them. But if you don't speak like them, if you don't look like them, if you don't use the same words as them, if you don't acknowledge the system, acknowledge this big flaw in their thinking, and act like it is meaningful and beautiful, you will be hated. You will be stabbed in the back at every possible opportunity. So be careful, be careful of this very evil country. It is run by a bunch of greedy business people who actually treat everyone in this country as slaves. This system is designed so well that you can't see it. It's designed so well to serve only a few humans who, most of the time, don't even live in this harsh, boring, depressing environment. They are having a real life, living a meaningful life, enjoying being humans, while the majority of Canadians, who are basically immigrants who came to this country thinking that it's a better life for them, are led to suffer and expect that one day they will have a better life. Well, wake up. I have seen those billionaires. I have worked with them. I have lived with them. I have seen how they live their life. They are enjoying the human experience, the raw human experience. They do everything the way they want, the way they believe, the way they think is right for them, their families, and their kids. They put the laws and let the laws be respected and followed by those who work for them. It is not for them. The only way out is to stop playing this stupid game. This matrix, this artificial virtual life, is designed by them, and we cannot win this game. But we can decide not to play this game. We have to go back to being humans. We have to respect our humanity. We start from nothing. We start from just sitting, doing nothing. This is the fundamental human skill. We do nothing. We have the capacity to do nothing. We can control our feelings. We can control our emotions. We can control our understanding. We can understand that we die anyway. Death is inevitable. We don't need to escape death. We just maximize our chances to live a better life. But we will die eventually, and we don't need to escape that. We don't need to be afraid of that. We know that we can survive without food for days or even weeks. We know that we don't need to hustle and run and be stressed for things that we don't actually need. Just go back to being human. Debate, philosophize, serve, disagree, agree, love, share, enjoy life, touch it, feel it, be intentional, be grounded, connect with other humans, connect with other beings, connect with the universe, search God, search your origin, search the Creator, search everything, and you will enjoy being a human. Stop playing the game and be human. Please, please be human again.
The System Doesn't Want You to Be Human
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There is a particular kind of loss that has no funeral. Nobody mourns it. Nobody names it. But you feel it every single day — the slow erosion of your humanity inside a machine that runs perfectly and feels like nothing.
I came from Egypt. And before you picture chaos, let me tell you what I actually had there: a living, breathing intelligence. I knew how to read traffic like a language. I knew how to find parking where none existed. I knew how to cross a fast, dangerous street and come out alive on the other side. These were not reckless habits. These were skills. Real, earned, human skills — the kind that grow from friction, from improvisation, from being forced to solve problems with your own mind and body.
Then I moved to Canada.
Canada is organized. I will give it that. The streets are clean. The traffic lights are timed. The rules are written, posted, and enforced. And slowly, quietly, I stopped thinking. Because the system thinks for you. And when the system thinks for you long enough, you forget that you ever could.
This is the trade nobody tells you about when you immigrate to a so-called first-world country. You trade your raw human capability for the comfort of compliance. You trade instinct for instruction. You trade the messy, difficult, deeply alive experience of navigating real life for the smooth, frictionless performance of following a script.
The ancient Romans had a word for it — "panem et circenses." Bread and circuses. Keep the population fed, entertained, and distracted, and they will never question who is actually holding power. The architecture changes. The principle does not.
And Canada has perfected the architecture.
What makes it particularly sharp is the performance of warmth. Canada does not look like a cold system. It smiles. It uses the language of inclusion, empathy, and acceptance. It will celebrate your culture on a designated weekend and ignore your humanity on every other day. But if you do not speak the right words, adopt the right posture, and perform gratitude for the privilege of participating — you will be quietly, efficiently punished for it. The knife just comes from behind, and it comes smiling.
The healthcare system is the clearest mirror of this reality. It is held up as proof of a compassionate society. Ask any Canadian who has actually needed it urgently. The system is not designed to empower you to take care of yourself. It is designed to process you on its own timeline, by its own metrics, for its own continuity. You are not a patient. You are a case number waiting for a slot.
Now here is the part that should disturb you most: the people who designed this system do not live inside it.
I have seen them. I have worked near them. The billionaires, the architects of these structures — they live with full human freedom. They eat what they want, travel when they want, raise their children how they believe is right, and operate entirely outside the rules they write for everyone else. They are not trapped in the matrix. They built it. And they built it to run on your compliance, your labor, your quiet desperation, and your hope that one day, if you follow the rules long enough, you will be rewarded.
You will not be rewarded. You will be replaced.
So what is the exit?
The exit is not another country. The exit is not a better job title or a bigger apartment. The exit is a return — a deliberate, almost radical return to being a human being.
It starts with the most underrated skill in the modern world: doing nothing. Not scrolling. Not optimizing. Not planning. Nothing. Sitting with yourself long enough to remember that you exist outside of your productivity. That you are not your output. That you were alive before you were useful to anyone's economy.
From that stillness, everything else becomes possible again. Philosophy. Debate. Real disagreement. Love that is not transactional. Connection that is not networked. The search for God, for origin, for meaning — not as a weekend hobby but as the central project of a human life.
We know the body can survive without food for weeks. We know the mind can survive without stimulation. What we have forgotten is that the soul cannot survive indefinitely without truth — and the first truth is this: you are going to die. Not as a threat. As a liberation. Because if death is inevitable, then the only question that remains is whether you actually lived.
The system cannot answer that question for you. It was never designed to.
Stop playing the game. Not in anger. Not in protest. Just stop. Walk out of the performance. Reclaim the friction, the improvisation, the beautiful difficulty of being a conscious creature navigating a real world.
Be human again. Deliberately. Unapologetically. Now.