So the question is:
Do you think, given everything that is going on in the world, that children born these days will have a worse or better life than their parents? Why do you feel that way?
Do you really need to ask? Considering the quality of the air, water, and earth and the dying off of many of the other creatures who have made our world what it is, how could there be a better life? I think it would be a lucky break of children born today manage to break even and survive the life we have bestowed on them.
It’s one of the things that I most hate about these right-wing crazy cakes that are in the process of destroying everything we tried so hard to do that was good and leaving behind autocracy, monopolies, corporate monstrosities, and a desperately damaged earth.
If I really stop to think about it, I will be horribly depressed. So I’m NOT thinking about it. I can’t let my brain go there. I feel — for the first and only time in my life — truly helpless in the face of the massive evil that has been launched in this country and around the world. I am dismayed and appalled that we are so stupid as to not even see what we are doing and what it means.
If I can’t fix it and can’t think of how to begin fixing it, what’s the point of brooding about it?
If I were of child-bearing age today, I would not have children. It’s going to be an even uglier world than it already is — and for many people, it’s terrible in 2022. I can only despair when I think of the future. I feel blessed we live in the country and don’t have to stare at concrete every day.
I feel as if I owe an apology to the children. I didn’t start the fire and all my and my friends’ efforts to put it out utterly failed. We trusted in the intelligence of Americans and other nations to move forward and create a more rational, loving, peaceful world and we have gotten exactly the opposite.
A better world? How about leaving them a world in which humans can survive? I’m not even sure about that, so as for the rest of it? I’m not thinking about it. I’m drawing pictures of flowers and birds and living in the moment.
If my generation couldn’t fix anything that would last one — our own — lifetime, it’s very hard to be optimistic about what we humorously call “the future.”