The Longest Winter is When Man is Resigned to Being Cold

I don't know if spring will come to my country again.
But I know this:
Spring is not only about the blossoming of trees.
Spring is being able to speak without fear.
It is a system in which those who ask questions are not labeled, those who criticize are not declared traitors, and labor prevails over patronage.
Today it is not about the season.
It's about decay.
The title used to be a consequence.
Now the title is an accessory.
In the old days, a professorship was the reward for years of hard work; nights in the laboratory, archive dust, sweat in the field.
How many people are really talking to data now? How many people are after the truth? How many people are not caught in the comfort of being visible without producing?
He is called a manager. But can he manage?
They say he takes decisions. Can he bear the cost of that decision?
He is called a scientist. Can he do what science requires?
The question is no longer: What does he know?
The question is: close to whom?
Business cards have thickened. Content has become thinner.
The signs are lighted. The rooms are dark.
Those who really work, those who produce day and night remain in the back rooms of the system. Because this system rewards visibility, not labor; it magnifies loyalty, not quality.
Merit has been reduced to a word.
Justice is a wish.
Science is valued according to applause.
Will spring come again,
Or will we be condemned to only wishing for spring?
Will we dream of a country where birds can fly free?,
or will we settle for a time when it takes courage to even look at the sky?
Once the distinction was clear.
There was a scholar.
There was the scientist.
And then there was the movie guy.
At least we would know who is after the truth and who is after pretense.
Now it is difficult to make that distinction.
There is science with diplomas.
There is science with diplomas.
And the unchanging extras of every era.
The title is many. Business cards abound.
But the country is in ruins.
Because it's not about diplomas, it's about merit.
It's not the title, it's the license.
It's not about knowledge, it's about character.
If those with merit are not considered acceptable in this country,
Even waiting for spring is a resistance in itself.
But spring does not come by waiting.
Spring means not settling for decay.
Spring means not saying “the snake that doesn't touch me”.
Spring is an objection to the normalization of fear.
Maybe the real question is:
Waiting for spring,
or to protect the cadres that will bring that spring?
Because sometimes the longest winter,
when people are willing to be cold.