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Happy Birthday
2.99
Guess what you can buy for $2.99?
A cup of coffee or 8 hours of this man’s life.
Sounds crass, but its true. This breadmakers name is Ifftikhar, he’s over 50 and I’ve known him for 10+ years, and there are millions just like him, working weekends to support their family, for literal pennies
It’s Sunday, and today I sit and think of where the world is going. Something is horribly wrong. We don’t need time machines to travel back in time, we just need an airplane
That’s how I felt moving from the US to Pakistan in the early 2000s - like I had travelled back in time - more than 2 decades later I still feel the same way. Social media has helped expose things but the intertia here is too high, I don’t anticipate the lives of such people changing even in the next couple of decades
While the world struggles with thinking about robots taking over their livelihood, people like Ifftikhar can barely comprehend what they’re talking about much less relate, because their daily lives are so untouched by these technological chnages
Life is incomprehensibly different for people in different parts of the world and you’ll never understand this unless you’ve lived in multiple places over the course of your life
Underlying systemic issues that cause such problems do not evade me, but they seem out of our control
Education then might be the equalizer, this seems to be the only somber realization I can come to
Just something to contemplate
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