I took a break from writing last month and transitioned from living in Boston to moving to the suburbs. I wrote down goals, but I let life take over. Sometimes I think the best part of this life is the things we don’t plan and can’t compartmentalize, so things are meant to stay obscure or not logically measurable. That’s the beauty of life, I think. We are all just trying to paint a canvas that we think matches reality, but it is all the reality we see. I gave myself time to relax and adjust to working again. Im appreciative, I have been a month into the day game and I was top of the leaderboard at work (not that it matters), but things have been going good. I want to continue perpetuating that energy by putting in efforts into the things I love and painting a euphoric canvas.
Conveyor Belt Paradigm
I’ve been thinking a lot about culture and labor. Taking it back to laissez-faire and other frameworks of economics. American culture feels unnatural, at least for those who are eating. I read a title to an article, and to paraphrase it, said something along the lines of ‘The few people who run the world don’t know how to live in it’.It couldn’t leave my mind because I see this every day. I went to dine in at a McDonald’s and the max time to spend eating is apparently 15 mins, locked bathrooms, uncomfortable restaurant ambience, A place that was once a pillar of all Americans have turn to an upskill, no inside dining restaurant, mostly due to covid but we also can see how this cuts costs. Fewer bathroom cleanings, less maintenance, but is that at the cost of culture? Like feels so dead inside, and is that all to feed the bottom line of stakeholders? This is an example that can be used to describe a lot of silent dilemmas we see. Those who make it don’t have to endure it, just like when global warming has catastrophic consequences, the ones who will bear the cross are committing an altruistic act. Indebted to our man-created desires, something I fall for too. We are confined to the life we our told we deserve, We can’t question anything because we are too busy putting out little fires caused by the solutions sold by those at the top who don’t have those problems; they just have the ability. This isn’t a have-nots story, this is a perspective story. Maybe we opt out, we decenter, or we go full flidge, but one thing that I have been trying to do is escape the labor. The truth is, we cannot escape labor. Laissez-faire, Darwinism, carnage, sacrifice, discipline, just as strong as expression, empathy, critical thinking, and creativity. The world I yearn for is right in front of me, I just have to work for it. Labor is like culture, in the sense of the way we subscribe to it. Italy vs. USA for e, I. So moving forward, I know instead of complaining, I must seek, voyage or create a place for the type of climate and culture I want to have around labor. The more I process, the more I think I have to leave the United States in the near future. I don’t want to be on the conveyor belt, I will work hard even, but I will live, dance, and cry just as hard. My existence is worth fighting for, outside of economic value, and I feel empty. I am enough, everything I need is already here and within reach. There is no resolution, so there is no mental disposition of win or lose; it’s all experience. We crave our goals and accomplishments so much in this culture that we forget to be present, and we’re always stressed out, minds always running, a world filled with desires atmosphere filled with despair, anxiety, and insecurity because everything that is supposed to be nourishing is a a fierce prey and our mental health is a fierce prey that’s running just as fast as our goals from the people who rule our boundaries. We have to let go, and give in to both good and negative thoughts. Let things flow through us. especially negative emotions. They are here to visit, don’t beg and hold on to them to stay. Everything is connected I want us to think about how work affects your culture, what is your ideal culture? Are you willing to die for your culture?
