What I'm saying is that in this system, if you don't sell your labor, you don't get to live. It's that simple and that brutal.

Think about it: you have to sell your labor just to meet your basic needs. Food, shelter, clothing, all of it depends on you trading away your time and energy. It's not about thriving or pursuing your passions. It's about survival.

Work isn't just a part of life, it's the price of existence. Your labor power becomes a commodity, something to be bought and sold on the market. And if you can't sell it? Well, then you're out of luck.

This system reduces us to nothing more than our capacity to work. It's dehumanizing. It's exploitative. And yeah, it's fucked up.

The worst part? We're made to believe this is normal, that it's just how things are. But it doesn't have to be this way. There could be a world where our worth isn't determined by how much labor we can sell, where our basic needs are met without this constant struggle.

I can’t stop thinking about how weekends and weekdays don’t really feel free. Monday through Friday, from 08:30 to 15:00, I sell my labor just to keep living in my apartment.

It’s this constant feeling that my time isn’t my own. If I don’t go back to work, there will be consequences, and at some point, I’ll lose the roof over my head.

As I’ve said before, this system feels dehumanizing. I want a life where survival doesn’t depend on selling my labor just to eat healthy, have shelter, and stay warm.

I'm out here, just trying to get some fresh air, and hunger hits me. But in this system, I can't just eat. No, I'm forced to buy food, and that's only if I'm lucky enough to have the cash for it.

It's fucked up when you think about it. How can some suits in power decide what I pay for a meal? Who gave them the right to put a price tag on my survival?

I want to live, to thrive even. But as I said before, this system's got me by the throat. I have to sell my labor just to put food on my plate. It's not living, it's barely existing.

This isn't freedom. It's not even close. It's a cage built of paychecks and price tags, and I'm sick of pretending it's okay.

Now, addressing my family and close friends who might be reading this: Yes, I hold radical views. Whether you agree or not, these beliefs are integral to who I am. I won't apologize for them or change them to make others comfortable. The current system feels oppressive, dehumanizing, and soul-crushing. It's a system that commodifies human worth, stifles creativity, and perpetuates inequality. Frankly, I'm fed up with it. This broken machinery of capitalism and state control can go fuck itself.

This disgust with the status quo is precisely why I've never engaged in traditional politics. The idea of voting for a party or politician who claims to know what's best for me is absurd. No political leader, celebrity, or self-proclaimed expert understands my needs, experiences, or desires better than I do. Period. It's this fundamental disconnect between those in power and the realities of our lives that drives my belief in anarcho-syndicalism and direct democracy.

I find myself returning to the idea of democratic, decentralized, worker-controlled unions. It's a concept that resonates deeply with me, offering a vision of true worker empowerment and solidarity. It's not just about rejecting the current system, but building something better.

Modern unions often face challenges in balancing their role as advocates for workers with the need to operate within existing systems. Anarcho-syndicalist unions, however, offer a different approach. They emphasize direct democracy, where workers make decisions collectively, and solidarity, where workers support each other in their struggles.

In an anarcho-syndicalist world, unions wouldn't just be about negotiating better wages; they would be part of a broader movement to empower workers and create a more equitable society. This vision involves workers having a say in the decisions that affect their lives, both in the workplace and beyond.

How is it even legal for a system to dictate that, without selling my labor, I won’t survive?

It’s infuriating to realize that we’re reduced to mere cogs in a broken, exploitative machine, a machine that dehumanizes every individual by forcing us into a cycle of selling our labor just to meet basic needs.

It feels like modern-day enslavement, where survival itself is commodified, and our humanity is stripped away in favor of profit.

You know what really gets to me? The fact that I have to sell my labor just to survive in this world. It feels so dehumanizing, like I'm just a cog in a machine.

Every day, I'm forced to:
- Sell my labor for food
- Sell my labor for shelter
- Sell my labor for basic necessities
- Sell my labor for any semblance of security

The more I repeat this to myself, the more emotional it becomes. But here's the thing, I love it. Not because I enjoy this system, but because it reminds me that there could be a different world.

A world where our worth isn't determined by how much labor we can sell, but by our humanity. Where we work together to meet each other's needs, not to make profits for someone else.

It's not just a dream. It's a possibility. And the more I think about it, the more determined I am to work towards that reality.

Today, I found myself wondering how we’d get furniture, or really anything we need under an anarcho-syndicalist society. And honestly? The thought made me cry (the good kind). It’s just so different from the world we live in now.

In a society like that, money as we know it wouldn’t really exist. No salaries, no hourly wages. Instead, we’d organize collectively to meet each other’s needs. Things wouldn’t be about "what can you afford?" but "what do you need?"

Take a sofa, for example. If I needed one, I wouldn’t go to IKEA and buy something mass-produced just because it’s cheap. Instead, I’d probably go through my local syndicate or community organization. From there:

1. I’d express my need for a sofa to the syndicate.
2. They’d coordinate with furniture-making collectives or workshops to fulfill the request.
3. Once the sofa was ready and available, I’d get it—no money involved, no financial transaction at all.

It’s not about getting things "for free" because nothing is truly free; it’s about organizing production and distribution around what people actually need instead of profit or purchasing power.

The more I think about it, the more beautiful it feels. A world where we work together, not just to survive but to thrive, where goods are made with care and shared based on solidarity and mutual aid.

Of course, there’d still be challenges to figure out, like ensuring fair access and balancing resources, but the idea of not having to *buy* my dignity or basic needs? That feels revolutionary in itself.

I’m not saying I have all the answers or that this would be perfect (nothing ever is), but imagining a society where people aren’t reduced to their wallets gives me hope for something better.