The final breaking point for me was probably 2020+ growing up in this age we live in.
Knowing that, even with all this information at our disposal about the atrocities happening 24/7, fucking nothing is going to change. We don’t even try to fix anything
But I guess what’s really sent me over the edge lately is being hyper aware of my position in corporate America and how I’m getting paid to do something which provides 0 value to anyone whatsoever. It’s almost gotten to a point where I cannot morally accept what I’m getting paid because the people doing 10x as much work as me are struggling to feed their families or even affording a place to live. It’s a source of anxiety, stress, and guilt that I cannot put into words.
That last point is definitely something I worry about a lot, and I’ve always thought this Brecht poem phrased it well:
It is true: I work for a living
But, believe me, that is a coincidence. Nothing
That I do gives me the right to eat my fill.
By chance I have been spared. (If my luck does not hold,
I am lost.)
They tell me: eat and drink. Be glad to be among the haves!
But how can I eat and drink
When I take what I eat from the starving
And those who thirst do not have my glass of water?
And yet I eat and drink.
unfortunately I do not have any actual answers for this lol
The final breaking point for me was probably 2020+ growing up in this age we live in.
Knowing that, even with all this information at our disposal about the atrocities happening 24/7, fucking nothing is going to change. We don’t even try to fix anything
But I guess what’s really sent me over the edge lately is being hyper aware of my position in corporate America and how I’m getting paid to do something which provides 0 value to anyone whatsoever. It’s almost gotten to a point where I cannot morally accept what I’m getting paid because the people doing 10x as much work as me are struggling to feed their families or even affording a place to live. It’s a source of anxiety, stress, and guilt that I cannot put into words.
That last point is definitely something I worry about a lot, and I’ve always thought this Brecht poem phrased it well:
unfortunately I do not have any actual answers for this lol