If you are a midwit, the world takes you farther. This isn't an insult — it's arithmetic. The entire civilization is designed by midwits, for midwits, optimized for midwit throughput. You are the dominant species. The infrastructure, the incentives, the rewards, the punishments — all calibrated to your exact frequency. Of course you go faster. The road was paved for your specific tire width.
Midwits are not stupid. They can carry out tasks, execute plans, follow processes, and deliver results within the boundaries of the system. What they cannot do — and this is the feature, not the bug — is question the system itself. They don't think outside the box because they don't see the box. The box is just "how things work." This makes them frictionless. No existential drag. No wasted cycles wondering whether the game is rigged. Just pure, uninterrupted execution.
And in a world built for execution, that's the winning strategy. You can go full speed, full force, full focus. Pay the mortgage. Accumulate the debt. Max out the credit card points. Complete the performance review. Optimize the 401k. Run the default template from birth to death without ever once stopping to ask whether the template is worth running. There are no interruptions. No competing ambitions, no restless curiosity, no urge to break the rules or see what's on the other side. Just sleep, run the script, repeat.
This is not a flaw. This is the only way to go full speed in a system that punishes deviation. The midwit doesn't waste energy questioning gravity — he just builds on flat ground. Every tool, every institution, every career ladder, every financial product, every social norm was designed by someone who thinks exactly like him, for someone who thinks exactly like him. He is the customer and the product and the infrastructure simultaneously.
If you are not a midwit, you watch all of this from a slight distance, like watching children build sand castles with absolute seriousness and total conviction. That is their entire world. Nothing exists outside the castle. They don't know there's an ocean. They've never looked up. And the thing is — they're happy. The sand castle is enough. It was always supposed to be enough.
The system doesn't fail midwits. It was built to carry them. The ones it fails are the ones it was never designed for — the ones who looked up.