The Means and End to Happiness

I am conflicted. On the one hand I am told to follow the rules. On the other hand I am expected to get a certain amount of work done. Yet one of the rules today is no overtime and the amount of work I am expected to complete cannot be completed in 40 hours. Having spent more of my life in salaried positions than in hourly positions, I have more of a salary mindset than an hourly mindset, so I am inclined to get the work done and to hell with reporting overtime. When the demands and expectations are louder, more vocal, more demanding, more expectant, more urgent than the rules that are just quietly sitting there, what am I to do? Granted, many rules are made to sit quietly waiting to pounce on an opportunity to screw the little guy, but with my mindset and the work that needs to be done, I can’t help but to do the work. I am vulnerable. If my immediate supervisors are paying the least bit of attention, they have to know there is no way I am producing what I am producing in only 40 hours per week.

To put someone with a strong sense of responsibility in a position in which they have to choose between getting the job done surreptitiously or failing… For me it is about the job; not the boss, not the supervisor, not the rules, not a few hours here or there, not the recompense, and it is not about me. My email signature includes the words “student support” and in everything I do I am all about process improvement and service; so I am going to do everything in my power to work toward these ends. Shame on the boss and shame on the rules for putting me in this literal damned if I do and damned if I don’t circumstance.

In the book “This Life: Secular Faith and Spiritual Freedom” written by Martin Hägglund, I read the following two sentences: “The problem with capitalism is not that it privileges value and social wealth. The problem with capitalism is that it distorts the meaning of value and social wealth.” (p. 260). Capitalism insists that labor time is the measure of wealth yet pretends to be a democracy in which free time, (time in which one can engage the question of what one ought to do and pursue means to that end), is the objective. To survive, capitalism must gain value, and to gain value capitalism must seek surplus value from labor time; thus, because it insists on eating up free time in pursuit of surplus value in labor, what capitalism pretends, (the objective or end is free time), is impossible within the context of capitalism. Granted, technology (an important aspect of capitalism, utilized to gain efficiencies and temporarily increase profit) in theory creates free time, but due to the nature of capitalism and its need for the sustenance of profit and ever-increasing wealth, this theory ultimately creates a reality of unemployment (when workers are replaced by technology) or exploitation (where workers must constantly and continuously produce more). So, aided by technology and its concomitant unemployment/exploitation dynamic, capitalism becomes a self-perpetuating mechanism in which the means, (monetary value of labor time), has become the end. And capitalism loves a good emergency. Throw crises into the mix and the cycle strengthens. The ratio of living labor relative to non-living production is important for growth, and there is nothing like a good-old economic bust or an all-out war to destroy large amounts of capital and help to increase the ratio of living labor thus arresting the fall of profit and beginning a new cycle of growth and profit. Go Team!

If democracy (i.e. free time in which to engage the question of what one ought to do followed by the means and the freedom to pursue that end), is the gold standard, then why have we taken away the means for so many with the commodification of basic human rights such as childcare and healthcare and education? It appears that everything has become a commodity because the survival of capitalism demands it; thus (again) the means, (acquisition of wealth), has become the end. Capitalism creates inconsiderate priorities because it encourages manipulation of supply and demand in order to privilege “the accumulation of profit over the satisfaction of needs and the provision of resources for spiritual development.” (Hägglund, 2020, p. 298). Capitalism is a coercive system working with all its considerable might to force me to live my life for the sake of profit. Democracy, on the other hand, has no value within the context of capitalism and will always take a back seat because its goals are incompatible with the demands of capitalism and capitalism is the puppet master, pulling the strings of not only individual actors but also those of acquiescent systems; which under the yoke of capitalism is pretty much eventually all other systems.

As a subject – Yea, Verily No – as an obedient, subservient captive of capitalism I am required to give my time to feed the monster. I am fortunate that many of my job responsibilities are compatible with what I believe I ought to do. And though I have the security of some work still to do at the end of the day I am unfortunate in that I also still have some week at the end of the pay. I am contributing to the survival of capitalism and suffering from a severe shortage of democratic principles.

Which takes me back to my conundrum of rules vs ought. I ought to serve people by being productive and creating efficiencies and (in this particular job) supporting students. If I follow the rules, I am failing on two of those three counts. If I buy in to capitalism and believe that financial remuneration is the end that I seek, I am failing on two of those three counts. But if I believe in democracy and do what I ought, then I am working toward the end that I seek on all three counts. Do I do what I ought? – (Democracy and damned if I do). Or do I follow the rules? – (Capitalism and damned if I don’t). This exists as a conundrum because (again) Democracy and Capitalism are incompatible.

I feel like for much of my life I have battled this imaginary construct of money. I bought into “the American Dream” and I (in all sincerity, though misguided at times) sought meaning and purpose in my life always putting rights and ideals and goodness and justice ahead of financial gain. Many capitalists maintain that because I can choose how to survive without anyone telling me what to do, I am free. But just because I am able to make decisions, does not mean I am free if those choices are guided by a system whose end is not my desired end. Capitalism prefers profit; I work every day toward rights and ideals and goodness and justice; guess who is winning, or more accurately who is losing. So, here I am going into my sixth decade and I have many second thoughts. If I wanted to get along with capitalism, I should have done many things differently. I feel bad for my family because they could be more comfortable right now if I had cozied up to capitalism back then. For myself, the sacrifice is maddening and unjust and enlightening and worthwhile; but if I could do it all again, I would have to think hard about what my choices have done to my family. I don’t know. Even if I knew then what I know now, it would be difficult for me to overcome my strong sense of justice. Conundrum.

We are captives captivated by capitalism. Democracy is either an afterthought or just another captive. I don’t believe that redistribution is a long-term answer. I don’t think communism or socialism or any other “-ism” that has lived and died in our past is an answer. I believe that some current systems of democratic socialism around the world may hold some answers, but I also believe they are merely the leading edge of an evolution that must somehow transform capitalism into an eventual nonexistence; I believe it will be a long, slow, arduous transformation. Nonetheless…

The Security of Capitalism: I still have some week at the end of the pay and I still have some work at the end of the day.

The Failure of America: A widening gap, one side filled with despair; the rich and pretentious pretending to care.

The Dream of Democracy: Provided the means to do what I ought, I choose my own path in a life that’s less fraught.

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Happuffiness

Forgive me for saying so, but I am tough. I am faster than a speeding bullet, (when I am on the world's fastest plane). I am more powerful than a locomotive, (when I control the track switches). And I am able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, (when they are government buildings beholden to me). I am tough because I can afford to rent the fastest plane, and I can wag the dog, and I can change the weather with the swipe of a sharpie. I am tough because I can tell one faction to stand back and stand by and that scares people. I am tough, not because I am tough, but because I think I am tough because I want to be tough and because I say I am tough and because I seek your adoration, and, (though I don't acknowledge or even realize this part of the equation), people who are inordinately afraid need to believe they are tough to believe they are fearless to glory and bask in their fearlessness and toughness with others who are inordinately afraid. I am tough.

I am one of you. I am on the front lines, ground zero, fighting the good fight, giving it my all despite the tremendous pain and trauma caused by these bone spurs; (remember, I am also tough). I am one of you, not because I struggle to pay the rent (or taxes) or put food on the table or go to a job eliminated because of the gross mismanagement of a pandemic, but I am one of you because I understand suffering. No one has suffered like I have, from fake news reports and liars and leftists and women and minorities and immigrants; far more suffering than homelessness or hunger or illness (with little or no treatment) or death. Far more suffering.

I am smart. It is a shame that I have to constantly remind you of how smart I am. Like the time I said, “My two greatest assets have been mental stability and being, like, really smart.” Or, boasting about my election win, I said it “would qualify as not smart, but genius….and a very stable genius at that!” I could give you many more examples, and I will continue in the future to remind you of how smart I am, because I feel that reassurance is necessary. Just remember, it doesn't matter what you think or what you feel; it only matters what I think and what I feel because I am smarter and I know best.

I am reasonable. As long as you agree with the premise that America used to be a great country when overt bias was a thing and implicit bias was not; as long as you agree that some of us are still more deserving than they are; as long as you agree with my version of reality, I am reasonable. I am reasonable because I live in this present moment modeled after an idealized, misremembered past, with no consideration for the future whatsoever. Join me in my bubble and you will agree with me and you will see how reasonable I am.

I am right. I am right partially because I am tough and I am smart and I am reasonable, and partially because I have been put here probably by God himself to fight for those of you who see how tough and smart and reasonable I am, and it doesn't matter that I frequently ignore or contradict respectful disagreement and facts and experts and science and even myself, and it doesn't matter that I frequently backtrack and unbacktrack and again and again, because if I think it is right to stand in front of a church holding a book no matter what it takes to get there, or if I think it is right to separate children from their parents, or if I think it is right to condone violence or retweet racist memes, I am doing it for you, my loyal constituent, follower, disciple, flock, and I am right.

I am healthy. Never mind my McDonalds feeding frenzies, as I have shown throughout my handling of this so-called pandemic, I know more about health than all the scientists and doctors put together. I prescribe medicines and recommend treatments and flaunt the rules and have done a really tremendous job of taking care of the health and welfare of this entire nation keeping our 5% of the population at a mere 20% of the worldwide deaths. So how can I not be healthy? In fact, just this week, after experiencing coronavirus first hand (due to my flaunting and my expertise), I said, “I'm back because I'm a perfect physical specimen, and I'm extremely young.” Mortality does not apply to me. I am so healthy, I will live forever.

I am smart. Did I say that already? Well, we need another reminder, don't we? Did I mention how I was a brilliant student in the bestest business school ever? I have a “very good brain” and “I'm like, a smart person.” I'll remind you again; soon.

I am a magician. I can somehow make about half the people see things that aren't there and not see things that are there, and I can make the other half so stupid with anger (by simply uttering a magical inanity) that they cease to function. Perhaps it is just sleight of hand, but it works. My greatest trick? I have sawed this nation in half and impaled both halves in such a way that we live and we will continue to move about but it will be a generation or more before real healing can begin. I am a magician and my magic is so strong most of you no longer notice the strings; I know I don't.

I am smart. No, really, I am…

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Happiness: Just Build a Bridge

Perhaps the choice is a more straightforward “lesser-of-two-evils” scenario than what most of us see. Perhaps the complexity is an invention to make us feel more important, or righteous, or altruistic. Perhaps it simply comes down to who one believes is more deserving of punishment: the pretentious, or the proud. To punish the pretentious, we side with / vote for the proud. To punish the proud, we side with / vote for the pretentious.

I suppose the complexity begins right there because many of the pretentious are certainly proud, and many of the proud are also pretentious; but I believe the differentiation will stand up to scrutiny. And I believe both are deserving of our ire.

It feels like the world, this world, today, should be capable of being fair; and lacking that, should be capable of remedying inequities. Yet justice today is a far-flung sprinkling of magical fairy dust randomly and unevenly touching a tiny portion of those in need. Far more prevalent and impactful is the ever-widening divide separating the fortunate few from the rest of us. And as the gap grows, it becomes more and more difficult to fling that fairy dust far enough.

The fortunate few on the other side of this rupture are made up of both the proud and the pretentious. The pretentious are flinging fairy dust as far and wide as they can, all while maintaining their position on the other side. The proud are targeting constituents, bombarding them with fairy dust propaganda and asking them to believe; all of this also from the other side. The pretentious point to their efforts and occasional lucky flings. The proud point to the efforts of the pretentious and instill fear and loathing amongst those untouched.

Those of us on this side are made up of those pretending to be pretentious, those who are proud and afraid, and those who are wandering randomly and/or aimlessly hoping to come across a fairy dust storm.

Build a damn bridge!

Build lots of damn bridges!

Damn It!

Yeah, I know. I am naïve. It can’t be that simple, right? Because it is complex, right? Made up of all these complexities and things and stuff. It is a process, right? I need to be patient, right? You’ve got this, right? You’ll save me, right? This from the pretentious.

The proud also say I am naïve. They say it is not that simple, then they advocate for simplistic. They say we need to go back to a simpler (meaning more simplistic) time when everyone knew their place, knew to stay there, and knew not to expect justice. They say it is the pretentious who are creating so many complexities and it is the fairy dust recipients who are taking from the more deserving proud. They say I should be proud.

Justice is defined differently by the proud than it is by the pretentious; and justice is doled out differently to the individuals on one side of the divide than it is to the individuals on the other side of the divide; and far more justice is rendered by the proud and the pretentious than by those pretending to be pretentious or by those who are proud and afraid or by those who are wandering randomly and/or aimlessly. Justice today is fairy dust and propaganda.

The pretentious and their constituencies can pat their selves on the back for some progress, yes. And the proud and their constituencies can cite some examples of injustice from justice, amen. But the truth of justice is that Justice as it should be, has never been.

We need bridges to span the gap. We need equal accessibility to the connective hopefulness these links provide. We need to come to an understanding that there is no divide; no difference between one side and the other; no bridges, only level staging and equal footing.

But we have to begin by building a bridge.

No fairy dust. No shouted propaganda. Just a damn bridge…

Just a damn bridge…

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Happiness: Strive, Fail, Suffer, Choose

I strive, I meet resistance, I give up.
…or…
I strive, I meet resistance, I persist.

I strive, I fail, I suffer.
…or…
I strive, I succeed, I strive.

I strive less, or more; I choose.

Then:
I strive, I fail, though I succeed.
…and…
I strive, unheard, from my given place.

When success is failure:
Externally,
I strive less, unheard, from my given place.
…or…
I strive more, unheard, from my given place.

When success is failure:
Internally,
I strive less, angry, from my given place.
…or…
I strive more, defiant, from no place.

Me:
I strive, I fail, I suffer, angry, then defiant, I choose…
…no place.

No place is as good as any place; and better than a given place. If I am both tangible and intangible, the tangible may have to settle in a given place, but the intangible is not thusly confined; though too often, I make it so.

I am both tangible and intangible.

I believe the above is a more accurate representation of reality than:
I strive, I succeed, I celebrate.
I celebrate, I strive, I succeed.
I succeed, I celebrate, I strive.

For some, delusion is reality.

For everyone, to strive is reality.

I believe,
…to fail is inevitable
…to suffer is inevitable
…to choose is a privilege
…to seek a place is natural
…to be assigned a place is inevitable
…to be angry is to understand reality
…to be defiant is more productive
…to succeed is momentary, fleeting, essentially inconsequential
…to celebrate is human
…to celebrate success is delusional.

What is success? How is its measurement established? By written doctrine? Rules? Laws? Custom? Expectations? Imaginary constructs? Is this process subjective? Regardless, once parameters are established, can success be measured objectively? By a numerical accounting of Wealth? Power? Effort? To measure objectively means I can look at a fact, (such as total worth or number of subordinates or number of children or number of wives or number of hours spent striving or number of new rules written down or number of rules enforced) and compare that fact to the facts of other individuals and/or to the pre-established parameters; and then simply rank or categorize the degree of success. Or can success only be determined subjectively? By Goodness? Justice? Adherence? Loyalty? To measure subjectively means I must first define the standard of measurement according to the pre-established parameters, realize that my standard (for example, for Goodness) will be defined differently than the definitions from so many others, recognize that from parameters to standards and back and forth I am creating layers upon layers of subjectivity; and then use personal judgement (influenced by so many factors) to assign a numerical value or score. And even after all this, we will not agree on a consistent definition of success. Success is perception. Success can be anything. This is why I believe, to succeed is momentary, fleeting, essentially inconsequential. This is why I believe, to celebrate success is delusional.

For me:
To succeed is to be heard
…and…
To succeed is to disagree
…and…
To succeed is to argue, rationally and respectfully

Celebration is a distraction

Yet failure is always there; solid; certain. I can always count on finding an insufficiency; a misstep; a deficit.

Failure drives.

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Navigating Happiness

I am Neurath's boat on the open sea, existing to stay afloat. There is no dry dock for extensive repairs; no port for rest or restoration. If I dismantle to excess, on the open sea I will sink. Structural renewal is labor-intensive and requires thoughtful planning; thus it is gradual. Most daily repairs or improvements are temporary, superficial, cosmetic. For any change, I rely on what I have on board, and the occasional random piece of driftwood. Fortunately, today, there is a significant amount of driftwood. Unfortunately today, much of it is so random it is of little use.

It is interesting that temporary, superficial, cosmetic changes are often more noticeable than profound, meaningful, structural renewal; interesting, but it makes sense. Even those who have known me for more than a few years are not aware of the ongoing, (sometimes frantic), evolution and transformation belowdecks. This is not only okay, but necessary to the process. External attention changes change.

Yet profound, meaningful structural renewal must ultimately influence operations as directed from the bridge, and over time others will notice this functional difference. These constant operational adjustments though are gradual and only peripherally connected to the continuing renovations belowdecks. These constant operational adjustments come from the more robust, fortified upgrades. As the influential flow coming from thriving structural renewal makes its way topside, I continue to find, (and as necessary and possible), revive, implant, nourish, energize, test and shape additional flotsam and jetsam to maintain and enhance forward progress.

When I look up from the bridge, I see a flotilla. So many individual vessels; moving at different speeds, in different directions; some floating – still – unmoving; some sinking slowly or alarmingly fast, in different depths. I have to keep moving; I have to keep working; I have to keep rebuilding, from the inside out. To maneuver in and around so many vessels, I also have to consider currents and wind for my sails and (when I am fortunate to have an engine), fuel for my engine. I also have to anticipate the maneuvering of other vessels. I also have to watch out for pirates, and think twice before lowering the anchor. I also have to be respectful, and at times, stay in my lane. And I also have to navigate, proceed, find my way, forward.

I am Neurath's boat on the open sea, existing to stay afloat.

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