Education was never designed for the poor. It was built by the aristocracy to serve their interests. The system evolved to maintain profit and power. There’s a tiered structure — top universities for the elite, where leadership and strategy are taught through tradition and gamesmanship. The rest attend institutions with less prestige, often burdened by debt and limited access. Ghostwriting, legacy admissions and social networks skew the playing field further.
Most people don’t get guarantees or shortcuts. Those who do often contribute to the mess we see in government and business today. For the rest of us, success is mostly luck and shaped by ones upbringing, environment and of course, access to money. Education leads to debt. Loans are paid back to the very system that created them.
Even the aristocracy can fall. But the rule remains the same: "it’s not what you know, it’s who you know". Directed opportunities come with a price. Favours are rarely free. Life is a battlefield, the world market and the traditional swords are virtual and are subtle, but the outcomes are still brutal and real. The fight is for control, for influence and for survival.
Knowledge is power, so ignorance is profitable. Meaningless courses are sold to the unenlightened, some will say "any education is better than no education". Strategy has been replaced by tick-box exercises. The education system deteriorates, led by bureaucrats and puppet masters. Some of them had ghost-writers, in other words they got others to do the work, paid them a token below their value and benefited by qualifying. Some lack basic competence and eventually karma may catch up with them. Eyes are opening — slowly.
This cycle of manipulation, elitism and systemic decay may lead to societal collapse. Civilisations have fallen before. The threat of war looms. Orders are given from behind desks. But we must ask: What do these leaders know? What have they lived? What values do they hold? Because today, our qualifications, our pieces of paper, feel like nothing more than tomorrow’s chip paper, floating in the wind.
