Usually the approaching new year would hold hope for better times. Maybe some self improvement or an adventure to plan. Now? Well now I am afraid. Afraid that humankind will self-destruct. Afraid that the future holds hard times and that no heroes are coming to rescue us. Be the change you want to see in the world. Well I am trying but it seems cruelty is more contagious than kindness and power more enticing even than lust.
We are our own worst enemy in so many ways. To begin with there are too many of us. The earth’s resources are finite, yet we breed like rabbits and crowd ever more of us into tiny spaces and lament the lack of basic needs. Of course we continue to thin the herd in atrocious manners. War. War takes lives everyday and with so many people murdering each other you would think that these lost lives would leave more resources for the survivors. It doesn’t work. Famine and disease do their part as does natural disaster. Then there are those deaths from violence on our streets, in our schools and churches by deranged individuals trying to eliminate “the others”. But the earth remains over populated and is becoming so polluted that it cannot sustain its occupants.
It seems to me that the world is a very dangerous place and some time only a few, if any, humans will be left after we have destroyed each other fighting for who gets the water and who gets the food. With ever more lethal weapons with which to wage war it will become, has become, possible to eradicate whole nations of people, to make cities into flat deserts, to poison rivers and change forests into blackened stumps.
A few people subscribe to the survival of the fittest theory. That the strong and resilient will remain to inhabit the earth. Maybe. But these may not be the best of us. The poets, the dreamers, the kind and loving souls are not suited to bloody conflict. I fear a new world of victorious warriors. Triumphant men for whom the end always justifies the means and for whom the preservation of self is everything.
This new world, if it comes, will not be new at all. It will be akin to the dark ages, except with better technology. Who ever has achieved a position of power will allow no ideas to flourish except to advance their own agenda. Personal freedom will not exist and should there be any hint of rebellion those who dare will be summarily vanquished. There will be no recorded history available to inspire change. Education will be limited to only that which is needed to maintain the rulers in their position. It will be a dark and hopeless place. I won’t see this new world, if it comes, but I fear for those who will.
With these dark and desperate thoughts on my mind I find that the daily mundane end-of-year assessments and new year plans take too much energy. Like everyone else that I know I do each day what the day requires. I put my positive attitude on with my mascara in the morning and tend to my various obligations. I will shop and make dinner, clean house and walk the dog, laugh with my husband, counsel the grandchildren, check on the mother-in-law, visit the neighbors and maybe write about it on here. I will live. What else, really, can one do?
Actually, I will also continue to complain to all my elected representatives and to attend protests and confront bullies and make my opinions available. We must do what we can where we are and hope for better days.