When You Refuse to Stay Silent
Some moments don’t ask for strategy. They demand clarity.
It was a photo of my father.
Two math books.
A memory from 1994.
A quiet endorsement of a man I believe can hold the country with steadier hands than rage can offer.
That’s all.
No hashtag.
No fire emoji.
No carousel or crafted CTA.
Just me.
And yet… over 18,000 views. Dozens of comments. 35+ connection requests.
I was a math olympiad student.
The highest I placed was 1st in the municipal phase. In 1994 or 1995.
I remember because in September 1994, my father died.I promised him, on the ICU bed at Carol Davila, that I would win first place at the olympiad for him.
Among many things, he had been a respected mathematician—PhD in probability, university professor, and author.
I remember asking him who M. Malița was, the name listed as co-author on his books.
He explained to me that we were living in times where it was important to list others as co-authors on your books, simply so you could get them published.
I wish I had remembered that and said it at 14 years old, on the stage of the Romanian Academy, where I was receiving—posthumously—my father's second Academy Award, for Mihai Dragomirescu.I believe my father would vote for Nicușor Dan on May 18.
I definitely will.
What’s Happening in Romania?
We’re in the middle of a presidential election that feels like a referendum on reality itself.
George Simion—riding on waves of nationalism, fear, and carefully packaged outrage—has made it to the final round.
On the other side: Nicușor Dan. Quiet. Imperfect. Often criticized.
But grounded.
Functional.
Less spectacle, more structure.
This isn’t about left or right.
It’s about whether we choose to build something enduring—
or burn it all down in the name of purity, anger, and nostalgia.
Why It Hit on LinkedIn
LinkedIn isn’t where people go for politics.
It’s where people go to hide behind performance.
To say the “right” things, professionally.
To play neutral.
To avoid being too much of anything.
Which means… when someone dares to bring personal clarity into a professional space,
it disrupts the algorithm of self-censorship.
That’s why it hit.
The Real Post Wasn’t the Image
The real post was the stance.
I didn’t say “vote like me.”
I said: I remember what happens when we stay quiet.
And then came the comments.
Some in support. Some to challenge. Some to tone-police.
What fascinated me wasn’t the disagreement.
It was the energy behind it.
There was tension not because I was wrong—
but because I wasn’t afraid to be publicly clear.
We’re Addicted to Balance
But not the kind that holds nations.
The kind that lets us disappear.
“Both sides are flawed” has become a way to stay hidden.
“Let’s stay neutral” has become a tool for inaction.
“Let’s wait and see” now costs more than we think.
I didn’t speak to be right.
I spoke because not speaking felt like betrayal.
Exploring Romania’s Elections Through Human Design Amidst the Collapsing Structures of a Deglobalising World
My friend
offered a contemplation on this election through the lens of Human Design, and I’ve never seen anything like it.He spoke about how Simion’s energetic profile is wired for conditional peace and manufactured conflict — and how Nicușor carries the Vessel of Love, defending cohesion, values, and clarity.
You can watch Dirk’s full breakdown here →
Whether or not you follow Human Design, the energetic truth resonates:
one leads with control, the other defends connection.
Final Word
This wasn’t about going viral.
It was about refusing to disappear.
Some moments don’t ask for strategy.
They ask for a spine. A voice. A clear signal.
I didn’t expect it to land this way.
But I’m glad it did.
Because sometimes, the most revolutionary thing one can do—
is speak like someone who remembers.
Later update, 24h after posting, LinkedIn post stats are crazy:
