Don’t worry, all the adults terrorizing the world will be dead soon.
Don’t worry, all the adults terrorizing the world will be dead soon is what I told myself as a child while seeing the crazies that were ruling my life and the world at large. I very much like you was in a hurry to grow up and escape the web of terror that was being dependent on a boomer/gen-xer. Yes, I am going there.
Our world is far from perfect. Humans are far from perfect and it is quite natural that the younger generations often critics the patterns of the older generation. This isn’t a new phenomenon. The next generation is quick to assume power so they can finally be in “control”. In control of their lives and their fate.
Control…that word. Control is the devil. Every calamity that has befallen the human race has been a fight for control which often leads to abuse, subjugation, imperialism and wickedness. So what happens when everyone that has this controlling mindset is suddenly…gone.
I think the cycle would just repeat and there will be a new crop of unhealed adults fighting for control and thus unleashing disaster unto the world. As humans we are naturally possessive and dogmatic and this is often a recipe for confusion and disaster. How do we rise above this? What do we need to do to do and be better? I am not even joking I am genuinely asking. How can we be people that the generations after us will seek to emulate and not despise?
The path is long and windy and trust me nobody has the answers but we all need to sit with ourselves, heal our traumas and inner wounds, forgive others, re connect with our innerchild, embrace self love and seek to do better if we even have the chance of manifesting a better world for our children.
When all the adults die, they will be right back here with us causing confusion because-reincarnation and our souls having not learnt a damn thing.
With pure love,
Chu
Ah, the whimsical thoughts of my younger self, whimsically musing, "Don't worry, the grown-ups terrorizing the planet will soon be pushing up daisies.” I used to whisper to my restless heart, watching the chaos orchestrated by those deemed 'grown-ups'—a term so loose, yet so constricting. Like many of you, I too was eager to shed my cocoon, to flee the suffocating embrace of a world tethered to the whims of boomers and Gen-Xers. Yes, dear reader, we're treading that delicate ground.
Let's face it: our world is a masterpiece riddled with flaws. Humanity, in all its glory, is equally marred by imperfection, and it's almost a rite of passage for the young to scrutinize the ways of their elders. This cycle is as ancient as time itself, each generation itching to seize control, convinced they'll steer us to utopia.
Ah, "control," that seductive fiend. It seems every cataclysm to befall our kind is rooted in this desperate scramble for dominance, often spiraling into atrocities like abuse, subjugation, and, let's not sugarcoat it, downright Wickedness. So, what becomes of us when those with a vice grip on control vanish into the ether?
I'll tell you: history repeats itself, birthing a fresh horde of unhealed souls, grappling for power, destined to perpetuate the cycle of calamity. We, as inherently possessive and dogmatic beings, seem doomed to script a saga of turmoil. Yet, how do we break free? How do we mold ourselves into beings worthy of emulation rather than disdain by future generations?