Uncharted Thoughts.

Man, it is a depressing time to be alive isn’t it. War, greed, environmental disasters, lack of democratic diplomacy, the rise in authoritarian governments, genocide and famine.

I often wonder what the point is of trying, will anyone still be here to reap the rewards of efforts made to stop the ongoing self destruction of our species and the planet.

Me using a paper straw rather than a plastic one seems somewhat irrelevant when China, India and America are pumping the planet full of toxic fumes and eroding the ozone layer at record speed.

There is a big demand in childbirth, to repopulate a declining population. Governments around the world are asking people to have babies so that there wont be a lack of people in 50/60 years. South Korea and Japan being some among this fear.

Perhaps if it was economically viable and our society and globe was safe enough to do so… then well, it will happen. People don’t stop the urge to reproduce, they stop because they don’t want to be bankrupt and unsafe in their own country.

Perhaps Japan and South Korea are not exactly the best countries to rely on this opinion when they are both are considered some of the safest in the world, both however are economically difficult to survive in.

I have always wanted children, ever since I can remember. I mean I went off the idea for sometime in my 20s, but I am back on track in the urge to have them. But, with recent rising costs, war on the horizon, economic and social difficulties and the rise of authoritarian governments. I think I am destined to always want children, but never have them.

Going back to the title of this post “We are spectators of a burning world, and all we can do is choose who we can watch it with”. I think that is the only freedom we have left. Our minds belong to the algorithm, our money belongs to materialism, our time belongs to our cell-phones and to whatever job is paying us minimum wage to be there. Gone are our options of humanities survival, gone are the hopes of children, gone are the hopes they would someday see a rhino or a tiger. All we have now, is the ability to choose who we spend these last remaining years with.

Now, this may sound very dramatic, and my friends, family and partner would agree, I am one for a touch of flare and Shakespearean dramatics in almost all aspects of my life. Maybe, just maybe, humanity will prevail through these hardships and come out on top as we have time and time again. Maybe Putin will wake up and realise that war isn’t the answer and start charities dedicated to peace and stray kittens. Maybe Trump will drop the tariffs and divide wealth among the communities of America equally. Perhaps the Taliban in occupied (yes occupied) Afghanistan will realise, all at once as the roosters crow, that woman are not evil and should be allowed to vote, or dress as they so desire and perhaps talk in public. Maybe, just maybe, We will reverse 200 years of pollution and destruction to grow a new garden of Eden that we can all enjoy… or maybe not.

What do you think is more likely. Peace on earth and economic stability through the distribution of wealth or, continuing down the same road we have done since our conscious awakening.

I think I have placed my bets in the corner were we all die, and I am all in.

There is a saying I read somewhere. If there is a gun shown in act one, then by the final act it has been shot. I think this is almost universal. Lets look as cross bows, or rapier swords, or the musket, the machine guns, gas chambers, or the nuke. All were made by man, all were used by man and all will tremble under the creations of mans new weaponry.

I also read somewhere else, that the horrors of the holocaust and the rape of Nanking will be nothing but the screams of babes when the next war arrives. For the wars the next generations will witness will turn the seas into ash, the deserts into rock and the great cities of our world into rubble.

So, grab those that you hold dearest, pull them close and watch the fireworks. Because, no one is listening and no one can hear you when you scream under the fall of gold silver and oil.

As the bombs drop, the rivers dry and the sun blisters our skin. I wonder what gold and silver will buy you? Who will be king of the ashes? Which God will reign supreme over a lifeless planet?

I quit smoking not to long ago, I have started running again recently after a year off and I have a lot of plans for the future. Sometimes I wonder why I do these things. Smoking will kill me yes, but perhaps something else will first, so should I just smoke and enjoy it while I can.

I often relapse after deleting social media. I have been about a week without it now and I have noticed a pattern form, one I am aware of yet struggle to yield as I think some of my best work is done while I am in the trenches of manic emotional swings. I have no doubt this is one of those emotional swings, but God how poetic it makes me, and why waste poetry and fear mongering. It’ll be like spilling good wine.