Clarity is not comfortable. The moment you begin to truly think, to question the assumptions that have carried you through life, something starts to crack. Camus does not soften this. Thinking undermines. It destabilizes. It pulls the ground out from under you.

And so we flee. Not because we are stupid or weak, but because we are human. The worm is in the heart, Camus says, not in the intellect. We glimpse something true about our condition, feel the vertigo, and retreat into distraction. We check our phones. We fill our schedules. We pick fights about small things. We drink a little more than we meant to. Anything to avoid standing still in the uncomfortable light of what we have seen.

Society will not help you here. The world is organized around not thinking. Entertainment, busyness, consumption, outrage. These are all socially acceptable ways to flee from the questions that matter. No one will blame you for staying asleep.

But Camus asks us to notice this game, to trace the path from insight to evasion. Not to judge ourselves, but to understand. Only by seeing the flight can we choose to stop running.

Today, notice what you reach for when a difficult thought surfaces. That is your particular flight from light.