What’s going to happen in the world? I guess it’s better if I end it with a question mark, because, for sure, I don’t know.
When you look at the big picture there are so many things going wrong. We don’t seem that concerned about any of them, but they are happening. We have no problem coating the world with poison, bathing it in microwaves, chopping it down and burning it. We don’t seem to be that worried that we spend our lives inside, in some strange competition where the winner gets nothing. And the losers get the same.
And yet we are all very angry. That is us right now. Angry.
At none of the above mentioned things.
(some of us are angry at that, but too few)
We are angry at each other. Maybe in an abstract way for or because of the above mentioned things. But not explicitly. We are killing each. Not because people are doing the above mentioned things. At least not explicitly.
We blame other people for the way things are. We put our hopes and dreams in things too big and out of control to care about our hopes and dreams. We trust governments and companies. We don’t trust each other. We want those big things to take care of us. We don’t want to take care of each other. We are too busy. And too angry.
This is supposed to be positive. There is supposed to be a good feeling message. But some days it’s hard. More and more days it seems hard.
There are people out there that think everything is fine. That life is better now than it ever has been. That we are happier and healthier and more peaceful now than we ever have been. They might be right. Nothing bad has happened to me, yet. I get up with my kid and we have enough food, and more growing in the garden, and no one is shooting bullets at us. I hope they don’t start. I won’t know how to stop them.
I am angry, though, about the things mentioned at the top. The big picture things. I am scared about the small things. I’m worried about all the anger.
I don’t know what’s going to happen.