ElizaKels: Lover of Wisdom

Criticizer of humans

Dec 13, 2024

Once upon a time, I dreamed of abundance. Of a world that was filled with never-ending resources. A world with endless drinking water and enough food to feed everyone full. Real life money trees that would allow everyone to buy whatever their heart desires. I dreamt of luxury and adventure for all.

Now I am just over a month from being 30, and I realize that I don’t think anything could be worse for humans than that dream becoming a reality.

A dream I have now upon a time is that someday when I am dead and at least halfway through decomposition, somebody, somewhere will be having a conversation with a friend of theirs and say “That Elizabeth Kelsey really was an inspirational philosopher of her time”.

I think the rules of being a philosopher are the same as being an ally: it isn’t a label that can be self acquired, it’s something only someone else can honor you with. I will just call myself a lover of wisdom.

*Since becoming a mother I have learned that more adults need to read children’s books*

Many philosophers have hypothesized the need of suffer within ou existence, the inability to have an existence without it. It is inevitable. I am posing that humans cannot exist successfully without limits on our resources. Perhaps a better way to say this could be; even if there was an existence of an endless way to create real and spendable money, humans would find a way to restrict it and commodify it. Money then would be valueless. It would be something else that we are all striving to get our hands on to trade each other.

I am not happy that the first time I officially toss my hat into the philosophy circuit I am discussing this depressing of a matter, however, I don’t see how anyone is talking about anything other than the end of the world. And no, I will not accept being called dramatic for saying that, I have been called dramatic since 2015 and I have yet to be wrong, he IS a rapist. That all being said, I will also recognize that some may question my ability to place my name amongst the greats like Socrates, Plato, Lao-Tzu, Simone de Beauvoir. To them I say, “Have I the ability to think? Therefore, I may be a thinker”.

Philosophy is something that we seriously put on a pedestal, it is thought. The act of thought, thinking. I can think of few who think as much as me. Not that my thoughts are all necessary, but my brain, she doesn’t shut up. You don’t need some fancy degree to be able to observe and make conclusions. That being said, not everyone can do it, I recognize that. Some can’t separate, some can’t be neutral or objective. This is why I am perfect, I am the middle man.

As the middle class, middle level social status American I am, with experience in real life in a wide array of areas, with the hyper vigilance I have; I am the perfect candidate.

My observations of the last couple of years are what led me to my original hypothesis, that humans could not handle abundance. The jokes about the number of unprecedented times we’ve experienced in the last five years are not even funny anymore because it’s overdone. The jokes about crazy shit happening are overdone. What?

Remember when the pandemic started and us Americans ran around buying up all the toilet paper we could get out hands on just incase, I don’t know, we all simultaneously got c. diff. It blew my mind. I thought we learned. Then it was the formula, I think? At some point eggs were a hot item. Obviously hand sanitizer has had its highs and lows. When something is going extinct, or so we think, we are wonderful at buying as much as we can for ourselves.

Similarly, in the opposite kind of a way, when there is, say an all-you-can-have type situation, our response doesn’t change: gimme

*I am not totally impermeable to desires, as I have acquired a fourth dog*

Surplus or scarcity, our societal trained nature has been to hoar. Costco is the perfect example of that, because I don’t know why else you would need a gallon jar of pickles.

I am a prolific people watcher. It is my favorite thing to do, especially if I can hear them too. I’ve been doing a lot of listening over the last few years too. The world sounds wildly different than it did in my young twenties, but not for the better. It sounds more hostile out there. Anxious. You can feel it almost everywhere you go. Everywhere with humans at least, I’ve been able to find escape in the woods. The winter won’t be good for that though. People talk less now, but they yell more. The quiet is different too. Even in the busiest cities I have been in, downtown San Diego, at times there’s this silence that isn’t silent. A buzzing, maybe the frequency is just out of our range. I don’t know how to describe it. Something is buzzing though. Something is awakening.

My fear is it won’t awaken fast enough. That enough of us won’t become aware in time, and while you hear glimmers of it in the street, the yelling seems to drown out the voices of hope. Hell, even our lord and savior Luigi Mangioni is being persecuted.

I thought at the beginning of the genocide that this would be it. I remember vividly seeing a dead baby come up on my phone in her mothers arms. I remember thinking “This is it, it is horrific, but this will wake everyone up to what is going on behind the scenes”. And it didn’t. Then month after month went on and nothing changed. Now we are passed a year, passed reasonable explanation. Not only that, but the light that has been able to be shined on Gaza and Palestine has been shined on other exploitations within our world, those two have not changed people.

Every American everyday uses a cell phone. Our batteries our mined in the Congo by children who are barely paid, overworked and abused. Most of you reading this are aware, but some people aren’t. That blows my fucking mind. And if you are thinking, “Woah Kels, give them a break man, who can know everything happening in the world”, I say two things:

Your phone is in your hands every single day, we hold the evidence of this corruption and carry it with us everyday
You are right, but do they know anything?

Plus, there is a large population out there who doesn’t know anything about the problems that affect us as Americans. I am not even just talking about boomers. Imagine my horror when I discovered a woman I had attended high school with had no idea the connection between an abortion and a miscarriage. Moreover, she called me insensitive for using the two terms within the same sentence. If you are not aware, abortion and miscarriage are cousins. Their initial processes differ in causality, but the actually expulsion of the fetus is the same. And the medical procedure you receive is the same, a D&C. So yes, to know one is to know the other, and to ban one is to ban the other. Since you cannot ban women from having miscarriages, believe me we wish you could, my country has decided to just let those women die.

God bless America, amiright?

And you may be thinking, well this is just Americans, the world is full of people who are aware and capable of bringing change and progression. You are right, hell people in America are capable of that!

Time, my friends. I fear that time is not on our side. And I don’t foresee any…big moves in the way of it, so the hope is hard to hold onto. I do though, I hold it with a death grip.

We need to start talking, talking more and louder. We don’t need to yell though, if we talk with passion and love they will come. We can attract their understanding like I used to try to attract abundance. Manifest the awakening. Make it happen. We need to invest, not in corporations, but in each other and our communities. We need to get educated and read more fucking books. No more watching someone tell you what they think of what someone else said.

We need to be patient and love. Which is the hardest part. I get why sometimes you can’t, I understand walking away. If you have it in you though, the strength, to just keep trying and talking. If you can continue to be open as long as you are safe, our hope can grow.

More than ever we need each other. We need our neighbors near and far. We are going to be all we have.