It’s the end of the world as we know it. And I don’t feel so good about it at all.
Back in the late ‘80s, R.E.M. gave us an anthem for impending doom, a frenetic list of global chaos wrapped up in a catchy tune. They rattled off images of disaster, corruption, and decay—and yet, somehow, they felt fine about it. I’d love to borrow some of that optimism, but these days, I’m fresh out. It feels less like an alternative rock song and more like watching a train derail in slow motion, each car tipping, sparks flying, the inevitable crash growing closer. And I don’t feel so good about it at all.
Maybe it’s the economy—teetering on a ledge, fueled by debt, speculation, and the hope that nobody looks down. Maybe it’s politics, where fanaticism has replaced reason and every election feels like choosing between a frying pan and a fire. Maybe it’s the creeping sense that technology, once dreamed of as a savior, is erasing privacy, jobs, and even human connection.
It makes me wonder what it was like to be a Jew in Germany in 1939, watching the shadows grow longer, knowing disaster was imminent but powerless to stop it. Of course, the details are different—history never repeats itself exactly—but the feeling? That gnawing certainty that things are coming apart in ways that can’t be undone? In ways that are life-shattering? In ways that spell the end for us all? That feels all too familiar. And I don’t feel so good about it at all.
It’s not that I’m opposed to change. The world moves forward whether we like it or not. But there’s change, and then there’s collapse. The Roman Empire didn’t wake up one day and decide to fall. It was a slow grind—corruption, decadence, external pressures—until one day, the center couldn’t hold. You have to wonder if, centuries from now, historians will look back at us and say, Well, what did they expect?
So what’s left to do? Maybe nothing. Maybe we’re just along for the ride, waiting for impact. Or maybe, just maybe, there’s still time to grab the controls. But until then? I’ll be watching, waiting, hoping for the best, and preparing for the worst.
And I don’t feel so good about it at all.
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