Recently, I’ve been thinking somewhat philosophically about everything… or possibly cynically. It can be hard for me to separate the two. Maybe they are one of the same, balled into a similar group. Or perhaps it is my overwhelming pessimism bleeding through. Nevertheless, it can be troubling sometimes, because I think a lot. And thinking a lot isn’t always the blessing it may seem to be. A world of constant questions rushing through my head, a world in which everything deems an answer, even if it doesn’t have a clear one.
Many days I spend a great deal of time contemplating things regarding our world, and the many people in it. Sometimes in a general sense – humanity as a whole. Other times with a more focused perspective – those living around me. I don’t know what I’m looking for, or even if I’m looking for anything in particular at all. But what I do know, is how most of my thoughts fall onto people and the things we do.
Some people are good. A lot of them are bad.
Throughout this I try to hang on to that deep-rooted sense of optimism I have, the kind that doesn’t go away, but lurks beneath everything else, waiting for the right moment to show its face. And yet atop, is that ever-present pessimism I mentioned. Suppressing the true optimism I believe I hold.
With everything going on in the world at the moment: the rise of Trump, Brexit, growing xenophobia, racism, the lack of true democracy, religious extremism and terrorism, war, revolutions in technology we are not ready for. It is hard to see the good in people, the truth which lies behind the faces. It is hard to believe in that goodness when all that makes it across the airwaves are the atrocities, the war, and the hatred.
Thinking about this makes me anxious. Thinking about how we are failing this planet in so many ways possible, failing ourselves too. Most of all the ignorance of people who do not have a clue, who do not understand this. Don’t think I hold myself on a higher pedestal than others. We live in this world, I think it should be regarded as need-to-know, not something on the side that only a select few realise. I don’t want to sound arrogant – but people do not see, even those who live around me.
It makes me sad.
I ask myself… what could I ever do? One person among billions. How could I ever have an impact on anything. What would it take to make people see what is right in front of them. Make them care about things that matter. I do not know. I don’t know if it is even possible. Maybe it is already too late for change on such a worldwide scale. Maybe the point of no return has already passed.
I cling to hope. For we only have one Earth.
I am saddened that the world is governed by money and power. I feel sick that our very own governments are in search of these rather than improving the welfare of their citizens, and making sure that everyone is equal. Then again, when has a egalitarian government ever been in power? Money and greed. Power and subservience. When people speak up their voices are squashed, and the things that befall them brushed under the rug.
I’m not insinuating we should all become anti-government anarchists. Although I do think reform is needed in some way or the other. I think it is an imperative if we are to survive through these changing times with any shred of compassion for each other left.
I just hope that those with the power to change things for the better see it sooner rather than later.