Enlightenment? The moment that word escapes your lips, it’s already too late—hell, the process was doomed the second you started groping for it. Enlightenment isn’t some neat package you can just unwrap with the right amount of meditation or overpriced retreats. No, it’s a sucker’s game, a rigged hustle that’s been racketized beyond recognition.

It’s the bastard child of self-help gurus, high on their own supply, peddling spiritual junk like snake oil at a traveling carnival. What you’re chasing isn’t enlightenment; it’s the illusion of it. And the minute you start chasing, the vultures circle—the yogis with platinum card memberships, the mindfulness apps funded by venture capital, the social media influencers who’ve turned inner peace into a product they can sell to the highest bidder.

The process becomes a racket, because it is a racket. And you? You’re the mark, nodding along as you’re milked for every cent, every ounce of belief. In the end, all you’re left with is a buzzword, a catchphrase, a hollow sense of ‘something.’ You’ve been conned, sucked into the great cosmic pyramid scheme where the only winners are those at the top, selling enlightenment like it’s bottled water at a desert rave.