Many of us spend our lives thinking of science and philosophy. Looking for answers to the meaning of life the universe and our place in it. And then eventually we die. Have we not accomplished anything? Does our knowledge somehow live on beyond death? What is the point of seeking knowledge?
My question isn’t knowledge, I get that.
Why do we spend 40 years working for someone else’s dream? That’s what I don’t get.
Oh, because capitalism wouldn’t work if we didn’t force it.