We are the weeds in the Government's backyard

 I looked at a weed growing in my backyard while throwing out trash. It was windy and sunny for a December in El Paso. The weed had ugly purple stems fading from its roots into frail yellow twigs blowing in the wind. Yet, it survives. In all its ugliness, it's futility, the little weed evolved to firmly grab the ground it grew itself on, to reach itself into the direction of the sun. The wind became more unpleasant and I went inside. The weed stands strong where it is. It internalized patience into it's existence; it's whole being desiring water to grow but understanding on some level it lives in a desert.

Perhaps we should learn to cope with capitalism. I will argue that capitalism is good for the whole, but not for the individuals that make it up (with the 1% being the exception). Could anyone readily say they can live without the grocery store down the street? What about the electronics they use, the media they enjoy, the comforts of everything provided to someone living in a first-world country? They can pity those poorer than them, but pity only goes so far. Can you give up all your money and belongings to soothe your pity? We feel comfort in guilt, to occasional volunteering or small donations. But, it would be abnormal to abandon oneself to those we pity, to those beneath our economic substrata. Doing this would cause a great strain, and it would be normal to doubt one's intentions after giving everything up; would it not be someone else's responsibility to now give back to me? So that I may survive? In a realistic scenario, I turn to family and the government for help. More recently, people can beg online on a crowdfunding service. One might think we are all equal, that every person in America has a chance to succeed economically if we dedicate our body to it. This is simply not true, and loses all the necessary contingencies of a society. It is true, however, simply being human affords our rights established but are continually violated. We are the weeds in the governments backyard, somehow always pointlessly growing after being plucked and thrown away, motivated by the promise that we can be as big as the trees in the same backyard given the same amount of rain and sunlight.