Eight Billion

There are what? Eight billion people on this planet right now? Eight billion. Wow. More than ever. Living in the most comfortable conditions ever, having access to technology and medical care that a mere hundred years ago would have been inconceivable. The things we can do now… it just leaves you breathless, right?

We should have wings. We should. We should be proud of our achievements as a race and try to do more. We should love each other and protect each other and work hard on creating the kind of society that can achieve even greater things. We should believe that we are capable of anything. We should be concerned with living healthy lives, with being fit and strong and educated and well balanced. We should strive for greatness. We should inspire and let ourselves be inspired.

Yet, we don’t.

I am a part of the worst generation that has ever lived. Maybe you believe it or not. It doesn’t matter. You are part of it too. People who don’t have any kind of emotional resilience, people who don’t have the mental capacity to even consider ideas that challenge their beliefs. The kind of people who have opinions, because they’re not good enough to do anything else.

People who are insignificant yet act as if they’re entitled to something.

Comfort. This screws up most people.

This lethargy is consuming brain power, physical capabilities, and is responsible for depression, suicide, anxiety, and a bunch of other things.

We have become a hopeless society.

I’m not complaining. I’m simply stating a fact. It is neither in my powers, nor do I wish to change the world for the better. I am here to enjoy myself, which even that is an act of rebellion.

Whatever you do in this life will be insignificant unless you free yourself of all the debilitating beliefs that have plagued this society for a long time.

You are either a god or nothing at all. You choose. The world tries to defeat you, over and over again, but you only lose the fight when you give up.

Don’t give up.

Never, ever, ever, ever give up.

Unless you want to be insignificant. One out of eight billion. A blip on the radio. A speck of dust. A second.

One out of eight billion or one in eight billion. You get to decide.

I know which one I am.

Which one are you?

Seven days. Seven.

Still $730 left to raise.

That’s how much is needed to ensure that I do not get kicked out of my house. That I manage to pay the rent that is due.

If you wish to help me out, you can contribute any amount you see fit via PayPal here. Any amount at all.

It all adds up. It all helps. It could make all the difference.


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