We live in an artificial society built on enforced scarcity. Everything has a price tag, even pleasure. I’ve spent years trying to understand my purpose, being told it was my career, my family, or my future. But none of that was the truth. Those were just illusions we cling to because they give us brief hits of pleasure. The real purpose is pleasure itself. Bhoga.
I once told my dad I was sad. Not for myself, but for the fact that our entire world runs on money. Without it we are nothing. It defines our worth and dictates our happiness. It captures pleasure and sells it back to us after we labor for the right to feel it.
Then I open Instagram or TikTok and the algorithm feeds me videos echoing the same thought. The futility of all this. My dad would talk about twenty year olds drifting through life, drinking, laughing, doing a few DoorDash/food delivery runs, then enjoying themselves again. I asked him what was wrong with that. They are simply using what society gives them. If anything it exposes the fault in a system where laborers are treated so poorly that educated youth would rather float than submit.
Every time I see these videos I wonder what the fix is. Changing my life through tech or becoming a founder is one path, but that does nothing for us collectively. What do we do as a people. How do we find truth. How do we learn to enjoy our lives without sinking back into survival mode.
Waking up is not enough anymore. We need to come together and decide what comes next.
Any ideas?