In a third-world country, survival is a full-time job. Building wealth is a second job. Trying to enjoy your life with whatever is left is practically a miracle.
We CANNOT even afford hobbies. We CANNOT afford to go out with friends. We CANNOT afford to exist anywhere outside our homes. They then call it a mental health crisis. It's not. It's an affordability crisis.
The tragedy of being born in a third-world country is that you are expected to compete globally while living in an environment that makes the most basic things unnecessarily difficult.
People aren't just TIRED. They're grieving the lives they thought they'd be living by now while trying to survive a reality that keeps moving the finish line.