Or, “How My Phone Gave me an Existential Gut Punch When I Needed it Most”.
On my way into work this morning, listening to tunes on random, my phone treated me to this little gem:
Which is a great song, if you don’t know it. Very clearly though, my phone is saying, “You remember what awful stewards of the Earth and one another people have become, right? Humanity is squandering it’s legacy, and you have a responsibility to help correct that. Checking out like you have the last few weeks isn’t really OK long term.”. Damn, phone, why you gotta go there? It’s still early.
A couple songs later, I get:
Also great. Also says, “By the way, there’s a tremendous amount of human potential that we’re never going to reach if we don’t stop screwing up.”. Dude, why gotta make me cry like that?
Figuring I was through the worst of I jammed along to next song only to be soon hit by:
Oh sure, and I no longer live in the place I feel most at home. Phone says, “Let me poke at the sore spot that reminds you of how much you want to be there.”.
So, after an unusually emotionally intense drive in to the office, I’ve renewed resolve to get back in it.
Thanks phone. I think.
And a closing thought: Individual wealth is not a measure of societal success, and yet that is the measure our leaders seem to judge by, or at least be optimizing for.