Because I am exhausted.
We’re at the midpoint of this week and I’m already tired.
It feels like we’re stuck on a hamster wheel and the thought that we are racing against each other while going around in 3D circles makes me giddy.
Sometimes, I ask myself what the point is.
The disenchantment is real. I sometimes find myself craving darkness and silence after a day at work.
What is work and why do we have to work? Don’t give me the usual answers.
I find myself going back in time and questioning whether our modern economic system is really a natural way for society to function.
It is, after all, a human construct rather than an immutable law of nature.
At times, it feels less like a system designed to serve humanity and more like one that concentrates wealth, power and control in the hands of a relatively small group, while the rest of us spend our lives chasing numbers.
What is currency? Why does it have to exist? Can money ever truly and fairly compensate someone for their time, labour and service? Or is it simply a construct we have collectively agreed to believe in?
If we removed currency from the equation and returned to a system of barter, perhaps the world would become a simpler place.
Value would no longer be measured by numbers on a screen or pieces of paper, but by what we could genuinely offer one another.
Sure, one might argue that this is a step backwards, a sign of becoming less civilised. But look at where we are now.
On the grandest scale, the world is still consumed by war.
Closer to home, within our own little ecosystems, we fight over things as trivial as status at work or the power to make decisions that rarely matter or create any meaningful positive change.
What is the point of it all? And can we really call this progress or claim that society is moving in a positive direction?
Pretty Little Death 