Something has been hanging heavy in the air, a feeling many of us can't shake. For most of my life, one of the few constants was this quiet certainty about the future. Not that I knew what it would bring, of course, but just that it would come. The world, the societies mankind has painstakingly built and nurtured – they'd still be here in a decade, a millennia, or even just tomorrow. That certainty, that bedrock assumption? It's gone. Replaced by something akin to a foul stench.
The world now feels like it's rolling towards its final act. I'm pretty sure the earth will stick around, but this grand human civilization we inhabit? It feels like it's on a collision course, ready to be wiped clean, leaving the remnants to pick up the pieces and start over. The madness of this reality is growing exponentially, isn't it? As a collective, people seem to have lost their minds. And trust me, this isn't just my singular observation; everyone feels it. When Agent Smith in The Matrix talks about the thing he hates most being the smell... man, I get it. I really, truly get it.
We can try to light our little candles to cover it up like Binge-watching a show or losing ourselves in some music or scroll endlessly through social media, ad nauseum. These are our covers, our distractions from the persistent stink. But behind all the noise, the stench persists. We can only distract ourselves for so long, and even then, we know that awful smell will still be there when the credits roll, when the screen goes dark and we head out into the world. We can fight off the crazy as long as we can, but in the end, it feels like crazy is what's gonna bring this whole human experiment crashing down.
What do you think? Do you feel that lingering stench of uncertainty too?