Enjoyed this comment and the one prior very much, and this note is as much to myself as you, because I know this feeling, and I don't like it.
>What's "not false" about our progress and labor in the middle and upper-middle class?
- Helping people, people we know, people we don't, for money and for free, coworkers, lovers, family. Helping them meet the ordinary demands of their lives, large and small - seeing the smile on their face when you help one of their problems go away. Buying someone a coffee, holding the door open; helping them move, with that spreadsheet. With that printer. Asking them how they're doing. (Personally I love buying people gifts, particularly of food. If enjoying a good meal isn't 'progress', I don't know what is!)
-Discovering and learning! Exploring the known and unknown world through reading, contemplation, and discovery, both on the job and otherwise. (Which is my favorite).
>The bank can decide to repossess your house...
I call this sort of thing "winning the shit lottery". There are a million ways to "win", and both nature and other people are constantly drawing from a bowl that has your name in it. But: realize that some of these negative outcomes (particularly the worst of them) are only possible because of erstwhile success. E.g. you don't get your heart broken unless you've been in love, and you don't get your house taken unless you once owned a house. Whenever you build something, you are entering another ticket in the shit lottery!
Anger at the shit lottery is very dangerous because it's easy to get wrapped up in the anger, the indignity, the feeling of helplessness, the sense of unfairness - and it's a strange feeling because it's at odds with our everyday life, which is usually pretty good because no single individual wins the shit lottery that often (at the very least because it's hard work to enter).
Okay, I was debating whether to write about this last thing, but a couple years back at a meditation retreat the overarching pointlessness of our society hit me like a ton of bricks. What is this we are doing, building things only to consume them in the fires of either vapid consumerism or these new strange, horrible, antiseptic, invisible wars? Do we work for the glory of our religion? Or our nation? Or ourselves? It struck me then that the only possible justification for any of this is if one day mankind grows enough in knowledge and power to spread life beyond earth. (And if that's just not physically possible, then we would do worse than to intentionally revert our society to Quaker-level technology and just...enjoy life.)
Helping people, exploring, fighting injustice, aspiring to discover or create new worlds. I'd say that's an enjoyable life, and real progress. Don't be distracted by the shit lottery, or other people's goals, however short-sighted. Know that you are right, and they are wrong, and maybe one day they'll get it.
HTH, angersock.