Alright, it’s the Easter holidays - two whole weeks of trying to entertain my kids. 

I’m working the first week and crossing my fingers that Luke manages to come up with something for them to do that doesn’t involve rotting their brains on a screen all day. We’ve already ticked off the Minecraft film - not exactly my thing, but I’ve got to admit, it wasn’t as painful as I thought it would be.

As for the second week? I’ve booked most of it off to spend with them. Do I have anything planned? Absolutely not. I’ll be frantically Googling “things to do in Hampshire” the night before - like every other slightly frazzled, underprepared parent out there.

But honestly? As chaotic as the next two weeks are going to be, part of me is weirdly relieved to break out of the routine. Lately, I’ve been going through what can only be described as a mini existential crisis - I keep catching myself thinking, “What’s the actual point of all this?”

Like... really. What are we all doing?

I find myself imagining some higher being looking down at us. Watching as we trudge through our lives, stuck in this repetitive cycle: wake up, go to work, stare at screens, come home, eat something vaguely healthy (if we’re lucky), stare at our phones until our eyeballs ache, sleep… then do it all over again the next day. Just to survive. Just to pay the bills and keep everything ticking over for the people we care about.

Meanwhile, a handful of billionaires are stacking obscene amounts of wealth and power, rewriting the rules to suit themselves, and playing a game that seems completely rigged against the rest of us. And somehow, they’re getting away with it.

How can we be expected to keep playing by the rules when they’re out there messing with people’s lives? When they’re restricting freedoms, threatening livelihoods, and tightening their grip on everything - just to protect their own interests? And it’s not like we haven’t seen the consequences. The rich are getting richer while the rest of us are left scrambling to hold it all together.

And I can’t help but think: if that higher being was watching us, wouldn’t they just shake their head and ask, “What the hell are these humans doing?”

What is the answer here? How did we get to this point - where a relatively small group of people, completely removed from the reality of everyday life, get to rewrite the rules and shape how the rest of us live?

In a world overflowing with information, with history right in front of us, how is this still allowed to happen? How are we still in a position where a few people hold all the power and influence, and the rest of us are just… going along for the ride?

Even here in the UK, the people in charge - these politicians - have absolutely no clue what it’s like to be an ordinary person. Not really. They might say the right things, they might nod sympathetically, but their lives are so far removed from ours that they can’t possibly understand the struggles of the everyday person. And yet, they’re the ones making the decisions that impact every corner of our lives. They’re the ones who keep taxing us at every opportunity: income tax, National Insurance, inheritance tax... the list goes on.

They preach about fairness while sitting in their ivory towers, completely disconnected from the people they claim to represent. They make laws, they enforce policies, they dictate our lives - and we’re just expected to play by their rules. How is that fair? How is that right?

The system has always been tilted. And when the pandemic hit, it exposed just how skewed it really is. Relief systems that were supposed to help everyone ended up benefitting those who were already on top. Major corporations, massive tech companies, and the ultra-wealthy saw huge gains - while small businesses and everyday workers were left to scramble for whatever they could get. 

The pandemic didn’t cause the wealth gap; it exposed it and widened it even further. The system was already broken. Policies were crafted with a disconnect from everyday realities, leaving small businesses, casual workers, and those just trying to make ends meet without the support they desperately needed.

And we’re supposed to keep going. We’re supposed to keep playing their game.

But here’s the thing: we don’t have to keep playing by their rules. Maybe it’s time we all stop and ask the big questions. What’s the point of this? Why are we letting a small group of people control everything? Is this the life we want to live? Is there a better way?

Maybe the answer doesn’t lie in “getting by.” Maybe it lies in changing the rules.

After all, what’s the point of living in a world that only works for the few?