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This, is perfect idea of the future! A world that a cross between Solarpunk & Cyberprep. Where rual america is thriving, plants are as common as people, the farm land is diverse in GMO crops, & the the land shelters local wildlife. I know, it's a bit of a stretch. But, when it comes to the future of Humankind, I'm a major optmist!

I fact this is what my home town dimension I am from!

An Essay on Nihilism and Ennui

Maybe the world is doomed. Maybe you can’t do anything about it. Maybe you were born on a train that had run of our track, long after we shot the engineers and burned the plans to lay track anew. The conductors barricaded the engine room where they hold hostage generations of coal miners who are forced to keep full steam ahead lest they be shoved into the incinerators themselves.

Maybe we can’t change any of that. I’d like to hope we can. Unfortunately hope isn’t the thing that drags your ass out of the cave you’ve collapsed into constructed of pizza boxes and soiled sheets. Drive is. Action is. Curiosity is.

Suppose we’re stuck on this train. It will crash. We will all die in a horrible fiery explosion, or succumb to the fumes first. What are you going to do in the meantime?

Here’s the thing: Life sucks and we’re all going to die. We don’t know when, we don’t know how. It feels impossible to plan for a future we have little data to prove will exist. What we do have is the interim. We can sit around and doom-scroll on our phones, or we can live life while we have it.

Plant a garden out of old coffee cans. Invite your friends over to fingerpaint on cardboard. Kiss the people you think about when you lay in bed at night. Chase an unrealistic dream, not because you believe it is possible, but because you can’t live with yourself if you never try.

That’s what you’re doing when you ingest endless content. You are simultaneously looking for the thing that will complete you, and desperately running from the voice inside that asks “what if there’s more?”

Stop. Running. Turn around. Look at the voice headlong. Dare to ask it back: “What more do I want there to be?”

Then go find it.

Perfect days do not exist. Perfect moments do not exist, but this one is damn close. Or, well, as close as I can get with my massive amounts of cynicism and jaded world view. But, it remains; the sky is a gentle blue, tinged with yellow from the Western sun. The air is warm but not hot. The lake looks as if it was made from silk, gently rippling under the faintest of breezes. There are ducks and people in the park, all admiring the day under the shade of trees and screaming of cicadas. I have a book in my hand and a song in my ears. An ice cream truck is driving past as I write this, and I get to go home to a pair of cats and a cup of tea. The bluffs are on the horizon, accented by the occasional wind turbine and water tower. This moment is good, this day was good. Despite all the bad moments, there are good times. Nothing us perfect, but because of that I will always savour the sweet, maple-sugar taste of a peaceful, pleasant moment.

It's hard sometimes. To live a life with happiness. But it surely reminds you that life itself is never supposed to be happy. It's supposed to be interesting. Full of surprises and shocks. Now answer me, what keeps you waking up every day? It's the will to see another day with hope of getting through it alive. There's no meaning to life, it's us who put meaning in it. What is important is to live each day with the nonchalant optimism that the next will be better, it doesn't matter if it isn't any better. What matters is that you made into another day!

You know what the second I stopped saying “I wish I had a friend who-“ and started being “the friend who-“ my life has gotten 100% more fulfilling

you know what. I will. I will make life beautiful and better one goddamn step at a time.

we are way overdue for a new renaissance.

You must believe that the world is going to change. You must believe that you can change it. Not alone, like some ruggedly individualist caped superhero, but as part of a mass movement, a superorganism, a shared heart, a moment of unity. You must trust that your actions matter, even when they don’t. You must remember that even if going to a protest or opening your doors to the desperate or giving up hyperpconsumption cannot alter the wider societal patterns if only you undertake to do so, that you are just one drop of water in an ocean. And it will change you. That is often the first step. You must believe that one day all the fossils will stay in the ground. You must believe that one day war will be a distant memory. You must believe that one day women will dance in the streets at night unafraid. You must believe that one day land will belong to everyone and queer liberation will be achieved. You must believe it. Even if your great-grandchildren do not live to see it done. Prefiguration is praxis. It’s therapy. It’s all we have.

crazy to think at the beginning of this year i had 0 idea what a productive writing process should look like, and every time i tried to write it felt insanely hard. like writing 200 words in a day felt like a major accomplishment, and i had never even managed to complete One full scene before.

but now!! i actually have some of my writing posted! and i have a bunch of wips that feel like theyre actually possible for me to complete 100%! idk, its just that, even tho i dont have much to show for it rn, im feeling proud of myself and i got the urge to share.

lets gooo 💪!! hopefully ill have more to show you guys soon!!