We here are all guilty of this. Nobody is really aware of or grateful for all the things that enabled us to make a living.

Even if you are unloved, digging for gold with your bare hands, you were spared by people stronger, had people grow your food, teach you, build the streets, make your meds, literally deal with your shit all your life. And let's not forget the people who endured cruelty, suffered and died for your jeans and coffee...

(There are some great scenes in Pluribus, which illustrate this ignorance very well.)