Shut up and Dance.

Sure looks like the people most willing to bend or break the rules are often the ones who end up on top.

The slick ones. The opportunists. The ones who know how to skirt the law, twist the system, and call it “strategy.” Meanwhile, the honest ones? The helpers, the humble, the kind? They get stuck holding the bag. Burned out. Underpaid. Overlooked.

And it makes me wonder: if we pulled up a list of the 100 richest people in the world, how many of them are actually good people? Like… really good. Honest. Loving. Humble. Not just donating to charity for a tax write-off or building schools to rehab their image. Not just talking ethics while running sweatshops on the side. How many are truly decent human beings?

Not many, I’d bet.

Goodness doesn’t scale. The game rewards those who extract—from the people, the land, the culture, the future. Look around. Everything is fucked up. The world is cruel, chaotic, unstable. Maybe that’s because the ones in charge are too. I mean, who’s making these decisions? What other conclusion can we draw?

I’m not talking politics either. This isn’t about the red team or the blue team. This is global. This is every country, every party. To even participate in politics, you need a blessing. And you need money. Take the U.S. as an example: the average House of Representatives campaign costs over $2 million. So while any program that benefits people at the bottom “can’t find funding,” these same politicians find a billion dollars every couple of years just to get elected or stay in office. Plus billions more for war, corporate kickbacks, and digital control grids. Zero for the meek, the starving, and the sick. Billions for the powerful, the violent, and the corrupt. If only they cared as much about you as you care about them.

The world reflects the people who are running it.

That’s why compassion feels like rebellion now. Why making art, building community, or living simply feels subversive. The answer isn’t to play the game better. The answer is to build another game. Maybe one where creativity is currency, where integrity has gravity, where humanity isn’t a liability. We’re going to have to support each other, ‘cause it won’t be easy and they won’t help us.

I don’t know what it even looks like yet, but I do know more and more of us are stepping out of the matrix. Reclaiming our time, our values, our breath. The struggle is real. And it’s honest. Every painting, dance, and song is an act of resistance. Every moment of joy is defiance in a chaotic world.

So if it all feels like too much…

Put on some vinyl.

Light some incense.

Dance like it matters.

Because it does.
Your joy raises the vibration of the whole planet.