It’s disgusting how we’ve left living–what a beautiful thing–to the few. Life as we know it is about making life better than others at the expense of your own. That’s love. The act of time, sacrifice, attention. Not in the transactional sense, but love is about giving.
Life is never meant to all be happy but I do presume that there should be more good than bad. But what have we done as a society? From our markets to relationships, we treat everything as if it is finite and the few and up hoarding so much. There are millions out there suffering, as there are people who suffer so much that the very few moments of hope (and the way people play with this bar for hope) are all we cling onto. Is this what we want?
Life is about making it better for others in an unjust world. So they don’t fall below a net happy. So there is still goodness and worth.
Inevitably, for a few it’s simply not worth it. You could argue it’s selfish; but they do need help.
When was I last happy?
