Working, leading to some reward, either short-term or long-term, is, for many, fundamentally broken.
Never to own a home, and for some, never to leave home...child-free becoming a reasonable choice because of cost...lack of job stability and the absence of meaningful advancement...the cost of housing, medicine, education, all multiple times the cost of the inflation average, while at the same time wages have stagnated.
Some refuse because of their sense of betrayal. Some feel hopeless. Some rightfully ascertain there being no point. Some refuse to participate in what was broken before their arrival.
I’m glad I worked as I did when I could, because it means things aren’t awful now, living in my car notwithstanding.
And for sure, as I did then, I recognize now...work is how the world functions, for every living thing. Humans make a dog and pony show of it, however.
So although I may think and feel differently, I hear their stories and their expression of feeling, their bewilderment and their grief and their anger, and I understand, I hope. I certainly feel for them.
This is part of the collapse. No one will be spared.
That all said, I wish when I was a child that there would have been people other than Joseph Campbell telling me to follow my bliss.
Best to You,
Ian
