Month: August 2025

I watched this video a couple of days ago, and it struck me how odd the world is right now. Everything is dismantling, and we don’t know how to react. We feel alone, because dating is no more, friendships are no more. We are all alone. But we want to be alone. It’s freeing to be alone.

But if loneliness is just a feeling, then it’ll go away, like other feelings. Eventually, that is. But we mustn’t fight it. We must accept it, accept its pain, its headache. Accept that the world is going to take the path it takes. We do what it takes to improve it, in a moral, constructive way, but we stay detached from the results.

Because loneliness and melancholy will be there occasionally, even if we have the best of friends. Even if we have the best relationship, the best pet, the best life. So if we can’t be okay with that feeling, we will constantly be anxious, trying to fix it, annoying everyone around us, until we hurt them or they hurt us.

A couple of years ago, when I moved to Canada, I decided to destroy everything and build it all up again. I didn’t actually destroy everything, and I didn’t actually build it all up. I’m still me. But everything looks new. Mentally, I’ve become an infant. And it’s amazing, sitting at the park, watching the ducks and pigeons. Even a real infant came to check out the ducks, and she smiled at me and I smiled at her, but only once because more would be too many. Then she disturbed the ducks’ peace by chasing a couple of them, just as I wished I could show her how to sit still and let them get close to her.

The noise of humanity is too much, its insanity, its evil. But life is grand, and there is a breeze, which is a gift. Faces are so pretty. And peace does exist sometimes, though we are animals fighting like little shits. When we frown, and go deep into the darkness, hating and hating. But the breeze takes us somewhere different, where reality is sincere. It feels cold inside me sometimes, but when it encompasses me, I’ll become one with the world.

Looking at the world, it seems to me that everything is changing very quickly and not all of us will survive. Especially in the first world countries.

By survive, I don’t mean that we’ll die, or even necessarily be jobless. I mean that we will not have children. Not because we hate having children, but because for the first time, we all have access to so much information, and know that the way we’re feeling is often terrible, and that we wouldn’t be able to have kids and raise them the “right” way, with enough love and resources, unless we can fix a million problems in our lives.

Some of us will get through it, go to therapy, get good jobs, develop social circles of true value, become fully secure in ourselves. But many of us won’t. Many will fall behind, not finding the right time to have kids until it’s too late, or never. This is why we’re all so bitter. We see our impending doom. We see that our bloodlines will not continue.

For those of us that succeed, life will have a million challenges. Raising kids is the hardest thing in the world. Keeping yourself sane, keeping your relationship healthy, your career safe, your kids happy, their future bulletproof. So life will be terribly hard, and we must make sure we’re ready for it.

And for those of us that don’t succeed, don’t have kids, and know that we will never see our offspring, we should know that it’s okay. Our genes aren’t that important, and technology will hopefully improve enough for us not to need such a large next generation to care for us. We can still live productive lives, helping drive these technologies forward, or care for our fellow citizens, including the children of the overwhelmed parents who will definitely need it.

But we must remember that this is a transitional period, and life after this generation will never be the same.