Globalisation sought to make our world larger but ultimately made it smaller: a tsunami of Western certainty – and its franchised way of living – further suffocating our ability to think laterally. Cultures, each with their own complex history of myth and story, are now encouraged to think singularly and unimaginatively in terms of capital, in terms of input-output. You are here – but, if you do this, and do it enough times, you will be there. This trap is everywhere. The (large) market for self-improvement is less about discovery, and more about greater utilisation of your most valuable resource: time. You’re to wake up earlier, sleep less, read more and reach financial fulfilment (with the fallacious expectation of broader fulfilment as back payment for your efforts).
In maximising each moment, we minimise ourselves. We are what’s utilised and expired: the tool of the system. We wrangle life’s beauty for its expedient expiration, the movement from one point – which is never a point enough – to the next. In the name of expedience and maximisation, we sacrifice experience. We read, but do not learn. We listen, but do not hear. We accumulate, and yet are without.
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