The
richness, and resilience, of our neigbourhoods has been pilfered by the
business world.
Demography,
consultant, analyst and author, Bernard Salt, late last year told a packed
house at Melbourne’s
Wheeler Centre that the vibrancy and friendships once an integral part of
neighbourhoods, was now to be found in the workplace.
It seems
that the richness of life that traditionally arose in neighbourhoods was now
largely restricted to friendships among work friends.
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Bernard Salt |
Mr. Salt,
one of a panel of four who spoke about “Becoming Seven Billion” at the centre,
said once neighbours chatted over the back fence, but now “neighbours” chatted
over the petition at work.
Rather than
being exciting, vibrant, resourceful and resilient places, neighbourhoods are
becoming, or have become, silos from which people emerge in the morning to
begin their journey to work, mostly by car, and to which they disappear into at
night, back into their private nirvana.
The cost,
ecologically, psychologically and socially, to our communities is damaging in
the extreme and could be reversed if we adopted the Four-Hour Work Day.
Commercial
operations are particularly good as creating a sense of belonging among its
staff and that being so emotionally demanding, that arriving back in their
neighbourhoods, most people are psychologically exhausted and searching for
respite; respite they find by retreat to their private utopia – the “place”
pays the price and becomes little more than a dormitory.
The
neighbourhood, the place, needs people who actually live there; people who
invest a significant portion of themselves to engender life into their small
community.
Frequently
people are so wearied by the rigours of the commercial world that they have
nothing left for their community.
The
Four-Hour Work Day would ensure that people returned from their workplaces with
something of their soul left enabling them to interact with their
neighbourhoods.
Contrary to
that, Bernand Salt cast doubt on the idea of what he described as “urban
villages” in which people know their neighbours, chat across the road, feeling
connected and know their butcher.
Mr. Salt
said he gets all the social interaction he needs from his work and when he gets
home from work, “I just want to go to sleep”.
“I don’t
want to chat with my neighbor,” he said.
The sad reality
that appears to avoid the consciousness of Mr. Salt is the emerging conflation
of events, our imploding economy, exploding population and decided changes to
our climate that can only be resolved if in some way we reduce the amount of “stuff”
we produce, the amount of “stuff” we can afford to buy and, within that the amount
of energy we use, most of which is produced by fossil fuels.
The adaptation
of our lifestyle to allow for the introduction of the Four-Hour Work Day will
be the first step in on that journey of abatement.