The past two months have been a constant battle with my mental stability. Work prohibits me from dedicating time with loved ones or personal time at all. The days go by, and sometimes I’m lucky enough to catch a small hello as I get home and my brother leaves to his shift. We used to sit as a family and enjoy meals, but eating has been reduced to whatever is most efficient. Everything in the past feels like some weird fantasy that my brain made up to play tricks on me. Ever since humans no longer need sleep, the societal and economical ways of the States has changed. We went from “The American Dream” to “24/7 is the new 9 to 5.” At first it was an exciting opportunity for the world to progress at a much faster rate. Now we have fallen into a deep pit of capitalistic productivity. We were promised a life of excitement and riches for working more and retiring early, but their words were empty.
At first, I was beyond overwhelmed with the possibilities now that sleep wasn’t an obstacle. I felt that I could finally live the life I always wanted but never had time for.
The surreal feeling of planning the rest of my life pushed me to work 24 hours for the first few months. As time went on, my future plans became a reality I could never reach. Now that everybody worked more, the entire economy became massively inflated, and we couldn’t afford the basic necessities like usual. We were so blind to think that everything was going to be different. They dangled this new kind of freedom in front of us, but it was only the extreme productivity for corporations in disguise. Will we ever escape this constant loop of working? Maybe there will be an uprise to bring back sleep. I would continue writing but I have to go to work…
