Each day we (meaning I) go about our (meaning my) lives trying not to go crazy figuring out the meaning of our (meaning my) existence.
I'm afraid life can narrow down ... if we let it .. to two things: Money and Politics (capitalized for affect) which both simply mean POWER.
We do what we supposedly love so we can earn money and then move the money from one pocket to another. Along the way, we keep tabs on who has the most money, who everybody else loves the most, and who has the most popular thing to say.
Some of us do what gets us by and earn the pittance we can scramble to collect for doing it and then drive ourselves crazy worrying about the meaning of it all. Why do we struggle with this stuff for so long in our lives only to realize it’s just been an uphill battle all along?
The only important things are people -- our family and friends, which are sometimes interchangeable terms. None of the other inconsequential stuff matters. We live, we love, and many of us try to learn. We want to care for each other in the best ways we can while nurturing our own souls and hope the loved ones gone before us will be met again one day.
I looked up two words during this contemplation:
Politics: Use of intrigue in obtaining any position of power or control, as in business, university,etc.
Populist: A supporter or adherent of populism (any of various, often anti-establishment or anti-intellectual political movements or philosophies that offer unorthodox solutions or policies and appeal to the common person rather than according with traditional party or partisan ideologies. Grass-roots democracy; working-class activism; egalitarianism. Representation or extolling of the common person, the working class, the underdog, etc.
