One thing I love about markets is the anonymity. The fact that most of the people in the great spontaneously ordered chain that brings goods to me are strangers and don’t care about me is wonderful.
Yes, you heard that right.
Imagine if some guy driving a truck that harvests plants used to make bottles of some product that I use had to decide whether he thought I should get that product? Imagine if he hated me? Imagine if he thought he cared about me but believed in weird things that channeled that care into refusal to sell me personal hygiene products?
The fact that localized self-interest results in worldwide anonymous service to mankind is wonderful. You don’t get the strokes of being thanked, but you do good nonetheless. Maybe a purer kind.
Go get paid to create value for someone. Know that somewhere far away, a total stranger is reaping downstream benefits from your work. You can take joy in that fact without knowing or caring about that particular person.
That is humane.