Probably because our society has chosen to live in service to our rigged economy, instead of having our economy as a tool to distribute goods and services for the benefit of society as it’s supposed to be.
I wake up every day for work knowing most of my labor will be used to enrich some assholes on Wall Street who consider peasants like me to be subhuman. I wake up every day for work for nothing more than survival so I don’t end up on a street corner, but beyond that, my work saps me of purpose.
That is why I imagine this as it is. Most of us are part of a vast underclass that exists solely to enrich the already rich that underpays us so we cannot even fund the hobbies we could derive any meaning from.
Gee, I wonder why so many struggle to find anything but sadness subsisting as exploited capital batteries for wealthy sociopaths.