People are pack animals, we are only happy when we have families and our little tribe (Dad's explanation) and we only have friends and our tribes when we earn them, and that takes work. I learned it from my father, I watched him help others his entire life. Instead of fancy cars and big houses in multiple states he used his construction company income to build and repair things here and there often worked at cost to help out people in need and just to keep his crews working during slow times. Even when people cheated him, he shrugged it off and said, they will hurt their soul, I feel sorry for them.
A life of service matters, we were the opposite of the me, me, me, woke we encounter here. When dad died, we had to ask strangers to give other people rides, use up every seat in their cars because funerals at military cemeteries are short and we figured out that many vehicles wouldn't be finished parking before the service ended. It was still a massive line of vehicles, rich, poor side by side, even I didn't realize how many people he knew and how many loved him. Ironically, he hated to be the center of attention and if he could, he would have sent everyone home.
The me, me, me, phone zombies of today will never achieve that kind of life, they will burn out young and never matter to anyone. There activistic p-ed off lifestyles will push everyone away, they will never matter, I would feel sad for them, but they deserve it, Dad was a better man than I am.
