The Cost of Compassion and the Fragility of the Western Identity
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Abstract:
This essay is an exercise in both imagination and reckoning. It begins with a simple question: what would come to pass if every exploited worker across the globe were suddenly granted the same labor protections, wages, and dignities that we in the Western world enjoy without second thought?
What follows is not a utopian vision, but a sobering contemplation. For when one inserts justice into a system built upon injustice, the gears do not turn faster. Instead, they seize, slow, and groan. And though the exploited are uplifted, it is the comfortable, ourselves included, who feel the sting. What we perceive as a “downgrade” in lifestyle is, in truth, a rebalancing. The shelves no longer overflow, prices no longer sit low, and convenience no longer arrives without cost. The Western world, unaccustomed to moderation, calls this fairness a burden.
The essay travels through this imagined shift, exploring how various souls respond: the indifferent grow hostile, the righteous face a test, and the wealthy, rattled by the loss of luxury, quietly move to restore the world as it was. It is a reflection not merely on economics, but on identity, morality, and the discomfort of living in a world no longer built to serve us first.
In closing, it draws upon the haunting wisdom of Creedence Clearwater Revival’s Don’t Look Now (It Ain’t You or Me), a song whose verses ring true the very thesis of this work: that the comforts we enjoy are seldom earned by our own hands, and often paid for by another’s labor.
This essay does not claim to hold answers. Rather, it is a mirror, held steady before the reader, and it asks only that we look into it, and that we do not flinch.
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