"Don't put all your eggs in one basket" is often dispensed as sagely advice, though structurally this is often impossible to follow in terms of one's life path.
Instinctually we specialize in the tasks suited to our strengths in order to get the most enjoyment out of daily labors, and admiration from peers.
But we've collectively organized to carry that instinct out to its extreme, and to encourage intense specialization in a single and sharply delineated discipline, so that everyone is more or less subject to the decisions and efforts of everyone else.
If one doesn't have a living environment that one can affect through one's own efforts or the efforts of a community, then one's efficacy must be bought, usually by wage, earned under the control and permission of someone else.
So a sort of selective infantilization occurs, in which whatever can't be helped is given up on and ignored, and one's related knowledge or skills atrophy or never even develop in a number of disciplines, and one puts all of one's stock - and bases a large part of one's identity - on one's profession.
In an environment of mutual love and respect, this state of affairs could imaginably sustain itself. However this is not the environment we find ourselves in collectively, in which mutual suspicion, exploitation, and disrespect is the norm, and the experience of the professional is degradation and encroaching deprivation.
One way out of this is to fight into stardom, fame, or success in the business or political world, where one can command the resources necessary to achieve some sort of autonomy, and even then.
No wonder then that simmering resent is the prevailing characteristic of our age.
Helplessness is one thing, but dependence on cruel and incompetent superiors for one's resources is a good way to build up serious pressure, which must escape somewhere.
