Change – s

I figured out the purpose of my life. It is for me to do my best in what I want, so I can say I have done enough with my time when I die.  Simple.

But if nothing changes – have I really done anything at all? Or have I just passed the time in another fruitless pursuit?  I may as well have learnt knitting properly for all the good it does.

Jung says “We cannot change anything unless we accept it.” I accept it is real. It’s awful. It needs to not be a thing anymore. And as far as I can see right now, that is not something that I could solve if I have 100 lifetimes and a neurotypical communication style.

I feel like everyone knows the truths to know.  There is no need for logic, no need to explain.  There is simply no will for those with power and/or influence to improve the situation, and no power and/or influence for everyone else to do so.

The sheer cliff the capitalists have driven the workers to in the last 4-6 years, with little to no attempt at reprieve or election ‘sweeteners’, is concerning to me.  It is as if the fact we will fall off is a foregone conclusion for them.

And I think of their bunkers and spaceships.  And the reports that climate change is now irreversible no matter what we do.  And that AI can replace the workforce very soon.

And I wonder what need they have of the workers? Of properly funded healthcare and disability services? Of letting the next generation inherit from boomers rather than have them pay for aged care? Other than the siphoning of our last remaining assets into their coffers before we topple over the edge into this earth’s oblivion.

I don’t want the only descendants of humankind to be of Elon Musk’s genetics.