Waste not, want not.
 
The biggest waste is what is never made because of fearful nit picking by a morbid managers or parents, those who inhibit or rubbish the understanding creativity reflection or affection of those he controls. 

Yet we submit to being in their sphere of influence and pretend not to notice; or we make allowances for their fearfulness, their arrogance.
 
The 'child', a natural critic sees wasted opportunities and hidden hazards; yet he is unpaid and unloved and seen by management as a pain in the neck.
 
 
With his intelligence not recognised he is labelled a trouble maker, to be dumped sooner than later. 
 
 
unable to understand what's going on he worries himself stiff trying to placate those who give the prizes and pay the wages; he cannot win.
 
 
Someone who is wasted accepts qualified satisfaction of his needs as a sort of autoimmunity which makes him his own worst enemy, unable to resist the affect of his own experience.
 
At war with ourselves, having no mind of our own nor  sense of our value we imitate the great and the good who see the waste (of us - not them) as inevitable, about which nothing can be done; and we're done for, expendable, kaput.
 
Do Sorefeelings again and again until we realise what we bring to life is good and find we are able to deal effectively with bullshit.
 
 
If we deny our predicament the chance is that we're on the game of playing centre stage and will do anything to keep it going, seducing others into the adoration of our particular marvellously elaborate and beautifully obscure story. (our mebo)
 
But if only we realise our predicament we can do something about it.