I have to admit I agree with this article. Life has become too stressful for too many people, unless you’re rich. The title may offend some, but I think it’s accurate.
Why are people being forced to adapt to a sick (and dying) system that favors only the wealthy, rather than the system itself being adapted to serve us?
Especially in America, capitalism has taken a dark turn toward fascism and even neo-feudalism (authoritarianism in either of these forms is actually a sign of end-stage capitalism — the final culmination of unregulated capitalism, with the rich not bound to the laws the rest of us are, and a dangerous lack of governmental checks and balances). Neither form of end-stage capitalism is conducive to or compatible with human happiness or even simple contentment.
Yet we keep being told there’s something wrong with us if we can’t adapt and feel stressed out all the time. We’re told to just smile and think positive thoughts, and everything will be hunky dory. We spout shallow platitudes at each other and stick post-its with flowery affirmations on our bathroom mirrors. But the stress never really goes away.
Why? Because the truth is, the stress we feel is a normal reaction to the abnormal. Nothing about our system is normal or healthy for real human beings, and it needs to change. All the sunny advice we are given and all the positive affirmations are nothing more than emotional Bandaids for our existential malaise. They can’t and never will fix the underlying problem which none of us can fix as individuals, but must be addressed by the entire society working together for the common good.
I had a good day. It was a clear, sunny day, not a wisp of cloudiness. This was a welcome thing after two weeks straight of rainy, gloomy, humid, stormy weather. I went to church this morning and felt so energized when I left that I decided to finally mow the grass (after all the rain, it really needed it). It was very hot and the sweat poured off me so heavily that when I finished mowing I looked like I’d taken a swim (TMI: I sweat a lot)
I swept my porch, decorated now with green plastic lawn chairs covered with blue and green striped cushions and my newly painted green wooden table that I found at a yard sale about 8 years ago. I sat at the table, feeling the hot sun, listening to the summer birds, smelling my freshly mown grass, my bare feet propped on the table, and eating a tub of fresh blackberries from the fresh fruit stand down the road.
There’s nothing like the taste of fat, juicy blackberries on a hot lazy day. They taste like summer and happiness.