The Middle Class Syndrome

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Let us start this socio-economic analysis by stating that you don’t really get to choose where you are born, or to which religion/ nationality/ social class you belong to – at least in the first 18 years of your life.

As years go by, 90% of people actually never leave these groups, whether by choice or not. It is not very common to meet someone who has managed to change his religion, passport, or even became rich/poor in the process of existing. There is a reason behind that; changing a status quo takes a massive amount of risk, courage and self-introspection. 

Very few people on earth are capable of this. 

So the majority basically stays where they are.

The majority, from a socio-economic perspective, is the middle class.

Against my best intentions, I will follow the narrative style of a scientific paper, where they give you the conclusion right off the bat, and the rest of the script is building an argument to back up this conclusion. 

The worst class to belong to, without a doubt, is the middle class. 

It is a no brainer that the best class to be born into, is the upper class. Your family is well off. There is plenty of wealth, time and opportunities for you to pursue what you desire. 

Unless you lose yourself to drugs, gambling or crime, or have some kind of a chronic medical condition, your life will probably be relatively easy, and without much effort, you can live in comfort and build on the success of your ancestors. You get tax breaks, or lawyers to make it easier to evade taxes. Life is a walk in the park.

Following the same logic, you would think it safe to assume that being born into the lower-class is the worst there is, but you will be mistaken. 

From my experience most of the “poor” people I have met, belong to one of two groups:

Group A: they tend to have menial jobs (or no jobs), living a hand-to-mouth existence. They usually go about life without worrying about the big things or the meaning of life. That’s a luxury they can’t afford.

Group B: this is a much smaller group and usually belongs to a younger generation than Group A. They follow their passions to become athletes, artists, musicians, doctors, engineers. They actually have a chance at achieving their dreams, because they go all the way. They don’t give a fuck if they ate shit canned food or had to sleep in their beaten up car. They have nothing to lose. They aren’t driven by money, but by fire and passion.

Group A and B have a lot in common: they don’t pay taxes (since they make nothing or so little). They don’t worry about their self-image, after all these people are trying to survive. And somehow, they go about life not worrying about the past or the future. They truly live in the present and try to make the best of it. There is no point for them to worry about the future. 

They tend to live simply, enjoy the little things. These are the ones who truly fall in love and write poetry and make music. Everything’s pure since social hypocrisy doesn’t exist in their circles. 

Now let’s get to the 80% of population. The cursed middle class. They do all the work. Pay all the taxes. They commute on public transport systems. They get college degrees. They get jobs. They are jealous of the upper class, but afraid from the lower-class (or afraid to join them better say). They worry about the elections. They worry about their pathetic jobs and pathetic little apartments and pathetic standards of living. 

When you are born into this class, you have been condemned to a life of work hard and non-stop worrying, and basically get nothing in return.

You buy into the hype that one day you can climb into the upper class, but this isn’t going to happen. You save money because you’re scared of having nothing to eat and no place to live. You rarely have time or appetite to enjoy the little things. To really live and be in the moment. The future is a threat that is always looming ahead. 

It is the most miserable life there is. 

You really get the short end of the stick. 

But there is always a way out. A better way to live. 

Break the mold. 

You must think like a rich man but risk living like a poor one.

This means you spend money to make money. This means you invest instead of save. This means you live instead of wait. This means you play to win, instead of playing not to lose.

That is the only way out.

That is your only hope.

Or take the ultimate risk – which is to do nothing, and live miserably ever after. 

You have been warned.


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