People believe that hardship is part of living the dream, especially when you’re the unfortunate soul who’s living at the bottom of the social pyramid, and as long as it doesn’t affect those living the middle-class dream. Society expect you to work hard, regardless of the hardship you face.
You’re allowed to cry out in frustration, but only briefly. And even then, you’re expected to ultimately toe the line.
Its to their benefit, and to the delight of the upper class, that you leap towards the sky in zeal, to chase the fruits of capitalism, religious doctrine, and to be classified as part of social order.
The privileged depend on the poor, for labor, for reassurance.
The grueling reality, that the poor become the building blocks of society, to lie upon the altar, and to be sacrificed.
Society, which influence the institution of rule, expect their comforts to be sustained; the poor confined in the superstructure of a sophisticated civilization, where their withering, crushed bodies fuel the nightmare.