We’re Not Meant to Live Like This
I have a lot on my mind lately.
It feels like life has been throwing challenge after challenge, and I know I’m not the only one feeling it. I’ve been talking to a lot of people recently, and the same theme keeps coming up, this pace, this pressure… it’s starting to feel like too much.
It’s the cost of living, groceries, gas, the outrageous cost of eating out, and the weird stress around tip expectations. However, it’s bigger than just prices. It’s this feeling that so much of the world is shifting toward “how do we maximize profits?” instead of “how do we take care of people?”
I’m not saying I have it all figured out. I don’t, far from it. I’m trying to navigate it just like everyone else. But it’s hard not to notice how profit is starting to feel more important than humanity… and it’s doing something to us. You can see it in how tired people look. How quick we are to snap. How disconnected we feel from each other, even when we’re surrounded by people.
I believe deep down, that most of us know money isn’t the point. Love is. People are.
Think about it. When do you feel most alive? When you’re hoarding and protecting and staying closed off? Or when you give something real… a kind word, a moment of patience, a genuine smile that actually lands on someone’s heart?
What pops into my mind is 9/11. Not because I want to bring up something heavy, but because I remember how people showed up for each other. Strangers became family for a moment. Nobody cared what you did for work or what you owned. Money didn’t matter. Humanity mattered. And yeah, it was short-lived… but it proved something important, when it really comes down to it, people choose people.
And maybe it doesn’t have to take a tragedy for us to remember that.
Maybe it starts smaller than we think. A real hello. A smile that isn’t fake. Letting someone merge in traffic. Checking on a friend. Asking, “How are you really?” and actually meaning it.
Because we’re all here, co-existing, trying to make it through our own stuff. And the busier we get, the easier it is to become rats in the rat race, so focused on surviving that we forget how to live.
So here’s my small challenge (and I’m saying this to myself too), take 10 minutes a day and sit in silence. No phone. No noise. No distractions. Just breathe. Just think. Just be. And see what comes up.
We owe it to ourselves to choose peace when we can. To choose simplicity. To choose love, especially when the world is pulling us in the opposite direction. What would the world look like if we chose People over profit, Always?
Thanks for taking the time to read this.
