The first time I heard someone say this life is suffering I thought no it isn’t. I’ve always had the internal voice of a contrarian. Especially toward authority my instinct has always been to suspect the motives behind the rhetoric. It didn’t matter to me if the authority was church, school, police, government, or parental. My internal voice told me to be skeptical, trust no one. My only chance to be safe and in control of my own happiness was simple enough. All I had to do was to trust only one person; me. There’s no suffering because I believe in myself and therefore I’m in control of my own destiny.
In my simplistic way of understanding the complexity of capitalism, the economic model is simply a game of musical chairs. We start out with fewer chairs than there are people. We force everyone to walk around the chairs in clockwise motion and later we allow them the freedom to choose between clockwise or counterclockwise. From time to time we stop the music and everyone scrambles for a chair. But of course there aren’t enough chairs. We remove the people who were unable to get a chair, remove more chairs and start the game again. Slowly the system eliminates the failed people and only the strong succeed. Or at least these are the words (failed, succeed) we can choose to call those who cannot find a chair when the music stops a failed-loser and call those who do successful-winners. Capitalism requires failed-losers and is designed to drive more and more people over time into poverty in order to have as few successful-winners as the system can cause.
Equally simplistic my way of understanding the complexity of socialism, the economic model is simply a game of red rover. We start out with small groups of people who form human chains by holding hands. From time to time one group will call out the name of someone from another chain-group. The named individual then charges the chain of the group who called them and tries to break through the clasped hands of any two people in the chain. If the chain breaks they join the chain by taking their place in the line fixing the broken link. If they fail they go back to their place of origin. Over time the small groups of chains merge into a single chain of stronger links with no one left out.
I find it simple to choose when given a choice in this life between living in the world with a high potential to lose my chair or to live in a world where I’m a vital link to the whole chain. I love being a part of the whole chain where we all realize how we contribute as an individual and rely on everyone else too.