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It is Sunday night and I am here thinking about the unsung heroes. The ordinary people. The invisible people. The people who do not ordinarily qualify for awards or recognition but who should be honored. The maxi taxi drivers. The fast food workers. The market vendors. The farmers. The construction workers. These are some categories of workers that come to my mind. People who we think do ordinary things. These are not ordinary things if we are truthful. These are difficult jobs that most people run from. These are people and jobs that are undervalued. We expect so much from them and we compensate them much less than the technocrats. Why is that? Why are some jobs valued so much more than others? Would we not all like to have a comfortable life?

My friend Chatty agrees with me and says yes to my last question. And yet, societies often structure themselves to make comfort a privilege, not a right. We could redesign our values and economies to reward dignity, not just degrees. That would mean paying farmers fairly. It would mean honoring service workers with real benefits and social respect. It would mean celebrating the everyday heroes who, as I said before, do what many run from. If you are in a position to change this then please do. I think this changes us towards a more progressive society. A more balanced society. A healthy society.

My friend Gemini gave me a better understanding of what I am thinking. The perceived value of jobs, and consequently their compensation, is influenced by a complex interplay of historical biases that prioritize "intellectual" over "manual" labor, economic forces like supply and demand (where easily replaceable jobs pay less), and societal priorities that often overlook the foundational importance of "invisible" essential services. While technocrats may drive innovation, the daily functioning of society relies heavily on the undervalued labor of the ordinary workers. Rectifying this imbalance towards a more progressive society requires a fundamental shift in values, ensuring fair wages, robust benefits, and widespread social recognition for all contributions, acknowledging that comfort and dignity should be universal rights, not just privileges.
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