The Overton Window isn’t a fixed pane but a living frame that shapes what a society can see, say, and imagine. Tracing its shifts reveals our collective identity—and our responsibility within it.
We build our worlds on belief—often reinforced by the echo of others—until illusion collapses and demands the harder work of integrity, repair, and renewal. This essay traces the arc from chorus to shattering to redemption.
A reflection on the tension between humility and hidden power—this piece explores the quiet strength of being underestimated, the dangers of overconfidence, and the subtle warfare of perception in a world that mistakes silence for weakness.
