Search This Blog

Sunday, 26 February 2017

There is no fate but are choices are not infinite

I don't believe in fate but I do believe in factual limitations to the choices one has available. For instance I think we can all agree that really wanting to fly does not mean you will sprout wings. We can work hard and take advantage of services to achieve our desires. For example by buying a helicopter or plane ticket. We can do great things if we have the will, time, money and energy. Some of us don't have that though.

There is a saying that all ghost stories and stories of hell are ultimately optimistic because they all ultimately counter the notion that when we die we simply cease to be. We cannot think about what it means to cease to be because ceasing to be is an experience we quite literally cannot experience or imagine experiencing because there is nothing to experience.

So I believe that all negativity surrounding "benefit scroungers" and those "too lazy to pull themselves up by their bootstraps" are inherently optimistic. This relentless negativity and hatred to those who aren't in work is inherently optimistic because it says that if you work hard enough and put enough effort in you will succeed. The idea that people who go through hell and achieve success are lucky is horrifying.

The story of Alexander Hamilton for example is an inspiration. An example of the American dream. An immigrant who suffered such misfortune and wrote his way out of hell and into the history books. It's a great story. A truly great story. And ignores all those who weren't as lucky. Because if a man can endure all that and be considered lucky, how fucking unlucky was everybody else?

I have talked before about how I am staring down the barrel of a gun, well so are so many other people I know. In the last 3 years my father lost everything and is desperately trying to start his life again. My mother works her arse off day in day out whilst trying to keep our house going and trying to stay sane despite all the very understandable reasons she has for floundering. I have cousins with cancer, friends stuck in dead end jobs and other friends struggling to get and keep dead end jobs.

It's so tempting to look at Trump and think that he is the only thing truly wrong in the world at the moment but everyone I know was fucked before Trump even ran for nomination. And we're the lucky ones. We're still clinging on. We're still surviving.

There is no cavalry, there is no hero ready to swoop in and save us all. That's why Trump became President. That's why the people voted for Brexit. We are sick, we are tired and we want it to end but we dare not give up ourselves, at least those of us who still live. Something has to give. Something has to change. Capitalism has to die.

No comments:

Post a Comment

Hi I tend to post epic volumes about not much on other peoples comments, feel free to do the same to me...