This is not a moral reprimand so much as a nuanced observation: convenience wears a moral coat that sometimes obscures its seams. The choice to unlock is not purely technical; it is a stance toward time, attention, and the structures that mediate our leisure. It asks: what are we willing to smooth over? Which frictions are worth keeping because they interrupt a mindless drift and reconnect us to intention? Which are the petty obstacles that deserve removal so we can move through the world with greater clarity?