Dystopia twist

Seeing horrors happening in the world shapes a mind in terrifying ways.

I would like to think that it is a shared interest to make any terrible thing in the world stop, or to prevent it from ever happening at all.
A shared interest of us as human beings.
Insert any horror you would like here.
War.
Plague.
Climate disaster.
…or whatever else.

It is so very often out of our hands to change anything about them, but I would still like to believe that deep down we want just that. Wanting something so much bigger than us or anything we can reach, is tough, maybe even too tough.

And isn’t it true that great tragedies are often remembered for a very long time?
They make it into history books, and they shape a version of the future.
So, isn’t it unfair that some groups of people/ethnic groups/nations have had the chance to cause more of these?
This is such a twist, and I come across it so often. For example, it is the subtext I read in the commentaries of Russian officials on the genocidal war against Ukraine, when they lose themselves in arguing about other terrible military conflicts of the past 30 years – for what point? Because now is finally their turn to cause a horror that, in our hopefully shared experience, no one deserved to experience or witness?
This is a terrible twist. And I fear that there will be more people falling for it, now that we have to face this horrible war everyday.

And isn’t it true that you’re just limiting yourself and missing out on enjoying your life, when you give up your car or taking planes for short journeys? Or eating meat? Or a coffee to go? How does it safe the world if not everyone does it, and clearly not everyone ever will?
There is another twist.
To be clear, I am deeply convinced that we need a political solution to safe our planet and not (only) individuals making an effort while big cooperations are left out.
But still.
It is a twist to think that not caring is the right thing to do, just because you cannot single-handedly change it or stop it.

Where is change supposed to come from, if not from us to start at least thinking it all together?

I still hope that this is not the start of a long series of wars. Although I understand the need to fight.
I still hope we won’t.
I also don’t want to surrender to these destructive forces, especially in the case of Ukraine.
I still for there to be a solution at the horizon one day, without making us a generation of soldiers and mourners.
Just as I hope for more actions regarding the life on our planet. Even if recent goals have not been reached, there is still enough reason to fight for less CO2 in our atmosphere and more species to be under protection.

If your life boat and got hit hard by a storm on the open sea, will you just give up and jump?

Well, in all honesty, that happens too.
Horror can twist us around until there’s nothing left of us.

But let’s notice it when it does so and not give it a chance!

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