A Letter to Capitalism's CEO

Dear CEO of Capitalism:

Give me back my time. There’s a whole world out there, and I am full of potential. We all are. Give us a chance, and we will prove it. We deserve the opportunity as much as those who have had more than one already. Why are you so afraid of us, anyway?

I grew up watching you consume my peers. You practically forced them to consume. Some hate your presence in their lives. Others did not grow in an environment that allowed them to acknowledge just how much you have molded their circumstances: (un)privilege.

You are both cruel and unfair: and I’m just getting started. You exploit a lack of understanding, a historical continuum, and a statistical reality. You ignore those who have been forced into ignorance. You enslave those who have been freed into your system.

You feed narratives instead of nurturing bodies. You develop unsustainable projects instead of the young peoples’ minds. You sell watered-down versions of nature. You fabricate finishing lines in a human’s life. We live in a never-ending, poorly regulated, and short-sighted cycle based on a rather narrow take of what being a human means.

Systemic injustices and how a society spreads them define what the local social problems are. People have called you gore in the geographic areas where the world system has agreed life is worth nothing: and you thrive off of it. You could not have it any other way.


Look, I know you’re not supposed to be perfect. Understand where I come from, though: 21 years of my life into scholarization have not been enough for you. You demand my undivided attention and my parents’ time in your preferred currency. You expect me to take in what is not mine to take. You remove the beauty in knowledge. You standardize education production according to your needs.

What bothers me the most is that you insist my worth is not mine, rather what I can be through you. You imply there is no inherent quality in me: nothing that makes me special. I am just the position I was born into, and if I want change, I must be prepared to give you my time.

Now, you might be right. I can only dream of a reality in which I can explore the world without putting myself through an arbitrary financial debt and fifty years I am not getting back. I daydream about producing music for my ears and connecting with those around me. Eat to nurture my nature. Being an active, contributing part of my environment. Healing humanity’s wounds; harness our sense of meaning to create something bigger.

This is not your case. Therefore, in that sense, and only because you insist, I will become me through you.

Opposing to give me what is mine to begin with is giving me a duty to fight the system. I’ll admit there’s some joy in anarchism when you’re born into an oppressive system. At least more than which I will find by becoming an accountant.

You should not have given me the education and privileges that by your standards I did not earn.

So if I am forced to be through you, I will show you your biggest mistake. It must not surprise you, but I am your biggest mistake.

You have a change coming that is well overdue.

[19 de abril del 2021]