One of the Forgotten
Sure, life gets in the way. We have intentions of reaching out and calling, maybe even getting together. Yet somehow the time slips by, along with all the things we mean to do. All the people we mean to call. Yet each day passes and an opportunity is missed, and we think I’ll do it tomorrow.
As the world turns each day, some of us are getting more fatigued, not just physically but mentally as well. Each day there is a fresh horror to face in the world, and one can wonder will I make it through? MIT says we’re on target for the collapse of civilization by 2040. While that seems like a long time away, that is only 15 years. I remember watching Radio 1990 in 1984, as a high school kid, and thinking that was so far away. The truth was, it wasn’t far at all.
A bigger question comes to mind, especially with the world we are living in. Between AI and raids, humans are being devalued, but why?
AI has no emotion; it has not lived a life. It has no life experience, but we want it to be a therapist. We want it to create, but how do you create without emotion or passion? It can give us answers. But those answers aren’t always correct, as AI was fed the information. Some could argue that humans are fed information, but if you’ve been taught critical thinking and have the skills to truly research, you can recognize falsehoods. AI just shares information. Sure, you can look at the pane when you are on Google and get an answer, but the truth is it isn’t always the correct answer. Then you end up looking for the correct answer anyway.
When I mention the raids, these people are human. They’ve worked and have lived here and paid taxes for years, yet people have deemed them disposable. The homeless and the mentally ill are now deemed disposable in DC. Who’s next, when we’re trying to create a perfect gold-leafed world? Will it be the disabled? Maybe they’ll base it on skin type, or religion, anything or anyone that goes against their idea of perfection. Gee, this sounds familiar, like another time in history.
I remember back in 2006, my late hubby and I were driving somewhere. There were all these McMansions, and I said I didn’t want one of those, because when the time came and there would be a civil war, people would go after those people. Now, as we are almost 20 years later, I feel that in my bones, and it terrifies me. I see the world I knew falling apart, and I wish it would all just stop.
As we look back through history, we always find ourselves here, absolute power corrupting and for what? Why are greed and power so important? You can’t take it with you. Wouldn’t it be nice just to have a place where we all just connect and get along, that we didn’t relish the suffering of others?
When I sat down to write this, it was because sometimes I feel forgotten. It’s nobody's fault, and maybe it is just a childhood wound resurfacing. Hell, there have been times when I have been in a room full of people and still felt alone.
In going through chemotherapy, I admit it was a lonely journey. Sure, I had people check on me, but now that I made it through, I feel even more alone. I beat cancer, and I’m grateful that I did. However, when I look at the big picture, I wonder where my life is going. Sure, I do things I love and that I’m passionate about, but there is a loneliness that remains.
In the last five years, life has seemed to have thrown one thing after another my way. While there are others who have had it a lot worse than I, it just seems like there is one shock after another. Maybe part of this started when the hubby passed. That was 2020, and the world hasn’t been the same since. So, why should I expect my life to be peaceful?
Oh well, my second Saturn return is coming, so there will be more fun times ahead as well as more changes. I have to wonder at the end of it what the world will look like, where will I be and who will still be with me. I guess that’s why I feel like I might just be one of the forgotten. That doesn’t mean I don’t have hope; it just means I’m tired, but I know I’ll keep going as I have books to write, podcasts to tape, and, most importantly, a life to live.
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