“He died and no one had the heart to tell him”
-unknown
What if all the things we are afraid of are things we’re living through right now?
What if “the future is now?”
If you look around you can see it everywhere. There is no difference between the idea of a dystopian future and the reality of the present.
There’s going to be no resurrection. Dead is dead.
“Imagine if you were living a life where you were just waiting for the next year to be worse than the current one, and the next one even worse. Imagine if there was a Collapse. But wait a minute…”
…isn’t there?
We’re living on borrowed time and the bill is coming due.
All of our hopes, all of our dreams, and all of our bargaining have come to naught.
If you look at just one page of Climate and Economy News you can see things for what they are. You can see that the horror of what we thought was coming has come.
I find myself wondering whether it is worth it to try and impress upon people the gravity of our situation. I’m not talking about just random people on the street but about people who continue to harp on “saving” the world. A world that is long past being saved.
My intent in writing this is to counteract, what will be, the disastrous psychological damage of continuing to try to convince others that we can be saved.
I’m not sure exactly how delusional you would have to be to think that one thousand or ten thousand or one hundred thousand people are going to change anything when it’s a documented fact that we have irrevocably passed tipping points.
The futuristic fabrications that will come to be known as “Utopian Fantasy” are being written today in the efforts of everyone who maintains that we will make it through this.
I used to think that if you honestly believed there was some hope it was okay. Wrong but okay.
But it’s not.
Because if you honestly believe that there is going to be a reprieve then you are quite simply insane.
Something like going to a restaurant and being told there is no ice cream but refusing to believe that and insisting that there is always ice cream and that the restaurant must be lying to you.
The restaurant isn’t lying to you. You’re lying to yourself and your children, and to everyone who listens to you, and sooner or later they will all look at you the same way people look at the madman in the restaurant screaming, “There’s always ice cream!”
I understand that admitting to faulty reasoning is not something that comes easily to people. It’s incredibly difficult to look critically at your beliefs. You have to examine and explore the deepest recesses of your mind. You have to have the strength to root out what you hold so dearly.
It's a lifelong process but something that I believe is so much more important now than it has ever been in the past.
The only thing that will save you is seeing clearly unless you're already dead and no one has had the heart to tell you.
