Growing up poor, I decided that I never want to live like that again. I bought into the work gospel: work hard to get a degree, get a nice job, be a productive member of society.
Well, that doesn't work for anyone. You get this temporary safety buffered by income and savings. I'm not them anymore, you tell yourself. You buy nice things for the people in your life who can't afford them, but deep down, you know they shouldn't be struggling in the first place.
The deeper you look, the more you see the systemic inequity scream out at you. You put more blinders on. Make yourself feel better through philanthropy.
"What good could I do as one person?", you ask yourself, "I'm not a billionaire. I don't even own my own home. I'm not responsible for their well-being."
In Canada, the tech salaries aren't as inflated as in the US. But then I see my friends living off disability, and friends working low-waged jobs finally feel like they've "made it" at $50k (Canadian)/yr, and it's a shit job. But they can never leave it because they believe that it's the best they can get. And there they are, a decade later, still at the same pay.
The wealth gap is killing us.
You can't rest because you'll be poor.
You can't be unemployed because you'll be poor.
You can't fight for better working conditions because you'll be fired, then poor.
Nowhere in here did I even mention living. This fear overwhelms every part of our lives, that we're willing to give up more and more of it for money.
When do we live?
When do we find peace and belonging in community?
When do we find out that poverty can be defeated in community?
When do we defeat poverty?