We hear many things. Unprecedented... lasting damage... catastrophic... historic... (life-altering?) I haven't lived long enough to put the stock of my life into the myriad forms of capital out there, so it is justified the case that I don't know what I don't give a shit about. Still, given the choice, I believe would sooner remove myself from such structures of society and "civilization" than move with the courses of material gain and loss while attempting my own pursuit of truth and a good life.
My net worth is not developed and my savings are insignificant. I don't anticipate approaching the limit of insured savings within the next ten or twenty years of my life. But the idea of accumulating what can be summed up in a few pixels on a LCD eludes me. Influence, I understand. Power, we can talk about. Wealth? ... And? What else can wealth mean?
My stance is not necessarily Marxist, but there are many things that can be touched on. I would argue that capital separates us from what we truly want to spend life pursuing, more than other people or our occupations or our time or ourselves. If we are inspired to spend the extent of our lives reaching for what is true, what makes us happy, or that in which we are exceptional, our own economies collude our visions.
If certain financial realities are collapsing in your world, you don't wonder about what to do. If you are principled, inspired and determined, the game does not change. You'll find another way.
(And so far, "employing the vernacular" has not been successful. Damn.)
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