It used to feel like it was important to work to chase some opportunities in the every brightening future. We loved and danced and lived and worked hard because we knew everything was getting more and more awesome for everyone.
Then the cult of Trumpism happened and all the chaos and confusion that came with it.
Now it feels like its important to work to chase an ever escaping possible bright future that is slipping away. Like the door is closing and only the best will slip through before it shuts forever. The future will be either astronomically brilliant, or absolute hell. It will continue to be further and further divided by class. Now is the inflection point, last chance to gain enough capital to make it on the boat.
Personally I choose not to play that game. I don’t abide by that paradigm. I still think the future can be bright for everyone. That communal policies where we treat people fairly, strive for meritocracy, and create space to live and love is the true future of humanity. It’s only a matter of time and suffering we’re willing to put up with along the way.
The silver lining here is that staring into the abyss may push us to hurry the utopia we (mostly) all want. But if we get caught up in the fake game of have and have-nots and buy the narrative that class based stratification is the only option, then we, both rich and poor, throw ourselves into a hellish future. Hellish for the lower classes in the near term, for the upper classes in the medium term, and delaying progress for everyone.