The World After 50 Years

Five decades had passed but it felt only like yesterday that I had been in my teenage years, on the cusp of my youth, embracing it with all my might while running towards a goal with everybody around me, the goal of changing the world.

Had I known back then how taxing change can be, I would have urged everyone to slow down, to take a pause. To take a pause, look around and breathe, without thinking about what our world can be, instead thinking of what our world has been. Many centuries flew by before ours came and I am certain that they also dreamed of change; for a brighter future for their progeny, they too worked hard, but from where I stand today, it seems like we worked way too hard.

We dreamed of a future where our work would be easy, where our future generations would live at ease, but alas, we failed in achieving our goal and ended up doing what we were told. We followed the words of our oh-so great leaders, waged wars against each other and, as expected of what the outcome would be, we lost many of our kind along with humanity.

In the years I've lived, I witnessed the great changes, I witnessed the wars, the invasions. I witnessed the defeat of mankind to what they themselves had created. The sense of belonging had long been gone. Today, there still live many of us, but not as many as there were before. As if the ones we lost over the years took a rebirth as machines, the hollow pieces of great intelligence wandered about. And sure, our progeny has it easy, for they have less of their kind to compete with. As I look around, I don't see mother nature showering her blessing on our surroundings as she did before, nor do I see our animal friends around, which does not surprise me anymore. Considering they were endangered even fifty years ago, how would they possibly live in a world where humans themselves were endangered?

If I could tell my past self one thing, I'd tell her to try and slow down the change and live in the world as it is for the longest possible time, because we now live with only the remnants of our world and exist in the world of innovation. It seems like our world has been invaded even though the much anticipated alien invasion never took place. We had failed in achieving the goal we dreamed of.

If the world where we had a sense of belonging, one which we could proudly call 'ours' were a flower, we had now replaced it with a faux one and the real one seemed to be buried so deep within that it was impossible to dig it out.