It’s Time to Give Up

I have decided that we are all going to die and there is nothing we can do about it.

I took a class sophomore year of college, Philosophy of Environmental Ethics, that widened my field of view in the way humans are treating the planet we inhabit. It was a senior level course that blew my mind open during the early stages of my collegiate career.

This class created a sense of emptiness and hopelessness within me.

It has been three years since enrolling in the class.

While I respect those who dedicate their lives to saving dolphins and patching holes in the ozone, at the end of the day I just don’t care anymore.

You might be able to fix individual problems, but as one is solved another is created.

Some might point and call me detached and emotionless. Those people might be right.

The biggest argument I have seen is that we should care because it will help our children have better lives. If that is the leading argument then shouldn’t baby boomers be concerned about my future?

I am entering adulthood with debt, anxiety, little self worth, and no direction in life. I will be taking donations for those interested.

Most can agree that it will take a miracle to alter the lifestyle of those that live beyond their ecological means. That is the one obstacle that has created a sense of hopelessness.

Try convincing a fourth generation Texan that it would be in his best interest to keep his twin turbo diesel truck at home, instead opting for the bus ride to work. That is not the culture Western societies have embraced. Western societies love their god, gas, and guns. If you try to alter the trinity then the third will come quickly knocking and you will meet the first. Donald Trump supports this concept.

It would be easier to burn the place to the ground.

See you at the finish line.