The Man Bestowed Curse

The Endangered Earth

Its 2090 and the world has changed a lot over the decades that have passed. The environment has degraded and the majority of trees have wilted away. Among the chaos caused by the experiments of humans lies the greatest catastrophe, plastics. The skies rarely seem to be blue and always have a dull violet hue to them. The people do not smile and I, they shut me up by telling me I am merely a child with a lot to say.

I was born with this man made calamity above me. I have never seen the greenery that the old texts mention. I have not seen the clear water rivers my grandmother used to go on and on about.

Now that I see the world around me I see dull faces of people, I see that nobody enjoys the life they live and I see the world around me fade away into bleakness.

Living in Bali would've been a dream come true once upon a time. But now, the sea has turned into a hazardous chemical pool and the aquatic life has almost vanished. The polar caps have melted and half of the world's population died in 2070 during this climate change. Going out is no longer safe as the ozone layer is no longer intact to protect us from the ultra violet rays of the Sun. The destruction is because humans manufactured and didn't regulate the use of plastics.The chemicals released in the manufacture of plastics and its waste have led to a lot of misery over the years. Our ancestors might not have realized back then how hazardous the impact of plastics would be. After so many years it has destroyed almost all kinds of life forms. Maybe if they had known, they would've stopped. The life expectancy has decreased to 35, and there is a scarcity of oxygen. People do not have asthma now because those who had are dead. The world around me has changed a lot, drastically. We don't have any natural resources left and I can see the world slowly depleting to its demise.

I marvel at times, did the people think of the consequences before creating this man made havoc. I don't like to blame my ancestors for the way things are but it's hard not to when you live a death fearing life. I might be a child, or I might just make the right point, we never know. living in this world of spontaneity, has taught me so many things and the worst is fearing for my own existence.

Now as I look up I see everything falling apart and the only thing I wish is to change the past but that isn't something in my power, the only regret would be that I wasn't born in the day where the use of plastic could still be regulated then maybe I could've done something to stop it, maybe then perhaps I wouldn't be dying so early in my life.