As I get older my worries change.
I no longer worry that society will collapse in upon its people as they doomscroll their way to oblivion.
I no longer worry that the Earth will flood and burn, to rid itself of the human cancer that walks across it.
Humanity, destroyer of worlds.

I do not worry about these things anymore.
Not because I do not think they will happen, but because I know they will.
My only worry is that I will not live to see it.
I worry that it is my destiny to live through the last days of the human suicide.
To watch as this society does nothing to save itself.
It descends into the abyss of time.
All I can do is watch.

I worry that I will not get to be apart of what happens after.
Instead, I participate in compliance.
I poison my body with micro plastics and rot my brain with porn.
I loose the rebel within that was so angered by the truth of society.
I give in, I give up.
I wait for the alarm that tells me its time to go to work.
I fall to my knees and take the distraction offered by my oppressors.
I fall into the system that has swallowed our world and spit out its corpse.
I throw myself onto the landfill and surrender to its pollution.

Unless…
Unless I chose the only power I have left.
The power everyone has forgotten.
A simple act.
One that can change my reality.
Through its declaration I can save what I have left.
I can rise up from my knees, look you in the eye, and say…
No.

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2024

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