Everyday Thoughts

The next generation of grief

As I watch the next generation slowly grow and mature (and in some cases the opposite), I begin to fear for the safety of the world. This already unreasonable, unforgiving, fucked up, twisted, ego centrical, depressing, world. What will become of the world when they inherit it? Will it turn for the better or for worse? Only time will tell. Perhaps the will of our forefathers will continue to shape the future as we live in this world rather than shape it truly anew. Ages pass by with little change or cause.
Perhaps for the first time in a long time, destruction will have its way with us and prompt the stronger version of mankind we yearn for, or perhaps the opposite. Will war end us or nature? War is nature, constantly at battle between its own forces like the raging winds of hot and cold create devastating weather. Just two forces alone, hot and cold air. Will we ever break our cycles? Probably not, but if we keep walking this road we can either hit a brick wall or find the light at the end of the tunnel for at least a little while. Then we must make fire and pass the torch to our children (We didn't have torches walking through the tunnel but they will) and pray they don't burn themselves to death on accident as we send them back into the dark tunnel to find another exit.