We’ve been sold the myth of scarcity, the lie that there’s not enough for everyone, so we must hoard, compete, and climb over one another. This scarcity isn’t a natural state; it’s engineered. It’s a controlled burn that benefits those who hold the matches and watch as we scurry for the embers. They’ve built fortresses of wealth on foundations of our collective insecurity, our fears of inadequacy, and our ceaseless labor. Their wealth is our deprivation, accumulated from the very system that pits us against each other under the guise of scarceness.
Bunn was robbed of his freedom, a stark denial of his right to carve his own path. Equally traumatic and unjust, Bunn was deprived of the right to forge his own identity, to navigate the tumultuous seas of life according to the compass of his own will. This injustice is a glaring indictment of the elite’s greed, vividly exposing how they dehumanize those they marginalize and coerce society into complicity with their oppressive profit-oriented schemes.
Recently, I’ve been thinking about Haiti. I see it as a vivid example—a microcosm—of a larger, deeply personal injustice: the denial of a people’s fundamental right to self-determination.
The OpenAI shuffle is more than a corporate scuffle; it’s a stark reminder of the ethical crossroads we face with AI. Are we going to let AI become a tool for the few to tighten their grip on power and wealth? Or will we harness its true potential to create a world that’s not just efficient and advanced, but also more humane and equitable?
Underlying the sheer insanity of the events displayed in the documentary was a take on capitalism. The capitalist event promoters and organizers, just like capitalists in other industries, prioritized their desire for profits over their responsibility to care for attendees’ well-being. They cut corners and put people in danger, and even today they take no responsibility for the harm they caused. The response of the people was a response of a crowd who had realized the exploitation taking place.
We tend to go through life oblivious of our insignificance. Constantly, we worry about trivial things like what people will think of our outfit or if we embarrassed ourselves by making that joke that no one laughed at. We live in an infinite cosmos where everything is insignificant and where our existence is the close to impossible as can be. To spend most of our time worrying is to miss the point. Our unimportance relieves us of the pressure to be perfect.
Assigning value to things based on knowledge or wisdom we think we possess simply muddles our view of reality. It is better to see clearly and be confused than to think we know and live in delusion.
When we face rejection, it is natural to feel like the entire world is crashing down around us. We perceive the rejection to be the most important thing in the world. In reality, all rejections are insignificant in the grand scheme. When enough time passes, we gain the perspective that makes this obvious. Rejection is part of life, not the end of life.
I said to myself, no matter what happens, I will always be able to return to the feeling of being. I will always be able to be aware. Aware that I am not the roles I perform. Regardless of what I did in the past, what I do right now, or what I will do in the future, my being remains unchanged.
Today marks a new year. Let’s start this new year with hope. Hope that we can create a better society by leaning on the lessons of philosophy. Hope that we can ease tensions by prioritizing peace, love, and compassion in all our interactions.