I had so many plans when I was a youngin’. Fly into space, write articles on harrowing exploits, be famous, cure cancer. Ten years later: the space exploration program has been discontinued, I can’t write a paragraph without giving myself a migraine, fame is somewhat commonplace, and the cure for cancer’s a bargaining chip for pharmaceuticals. Religious folk are concerned for all of our souls, now that the end of all existence is upon us. Disatrous natural phenomena are occurring everywhere, killing thousands & destroying many.
It feels like yesteryear was a better year to live through. Personally, I don’t believe in the Mayan calander prophesying our doom before Christmas at the end of this year. I think we, as a species, are tearing apart our home planet to the bones. Just ripping and taking and shredding and polluting. I don’t care for our future. I prefer to live in the right now. That’s all I can really count on. Besides, I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.
tl;dr Misanthropy abounds, I still love individuals, and appreciation for now.
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