I thought there was a reason to carry on. There is. But it wasn't what I thought. This is what I thought lying in bed, before the crack of dawn.
Tough times are not theoretical. For the most part, the haves have less, and the have nots most definitely have not. It's easy to package things up in nice little numbers, and bandy them about. But in the real world, the digits get restless, We're flesh and blood, and our children get hungry. Often.
It's easy to cast blame. Just pick a villain and go with it.
Have you ever seen a movie of sperm? I'm sorry if that's a gross subject for you, but they really are quite stupid. They jockey for position, get confused, run into each other, crowd into a limited space and generally act delirious. So much of the modern information age seems like that. Billions of sperm vying for singular attention. Look at me, look at me now! I'm the important one here, not all those other sperm that look just like me!
In some ways the analogy is not far fetched. More and more of us are crowding onto the planet. Never have there been so many of us. Not even close. The Earth is groaning, and it's not in ecstasy. The polar ice caps are melting, for chrissake. Somethings gotta give. It keeps coming up with pestilences and such. We keep fighting them. If nothing else, we're a stubborn lot.
Ultimately, all of us, all multiple billions of us, just have one fervent desire. We want to look good on television. That's what it's come down to in our society. Everything else is superfluous. And if we can't pull that off ourselves, then we want to align ourselves with someone who can.
And yet that's no real reason to carry on. We all know that. The only real reasons are the same reasons that have always been, since we gathered round the communal fire and communicated long distances by shouting. Children. Grandchildren. Friends. Family. Pets. The basic need for food and shelter. These are the real reasons, and the only ones that have any actual validity.
Therein lies the value of hard times. They remind us what is real. What is important. Whether we wish to be reminded or not.