Death, Generations & The Earth

Death, Generations & The Earth

I think about death all the time. I think about how the generations are turning over, how everyone's grandparents are dying, how random people my age are starting to become parents, how my parents our getting older. How then I'll be old, how our generation and everyone we know will gradually be washed to sand in 100 years' time and how sad and weird all that is.

I literally think about this every day. I think about how, after a while, you become one of those people that died a long time ago. Time is just this relentless, unforgiving thing, and soon it will be 500years since we’ve been and gone and, who will remember you then?

 

But then you realize that, yes, somebody had to be alive now. Someone had to carry the baton. Actually, we are all in that way keeping each other alive, so there is a point to that. So that people can be here in the future. And each of us is just a stepping-stone that is washed away into the sands of time, but gradually.

 

Then I think about my grandfather, who died 10 years ago, and my great grandmother and for some reason her spirit has been with me for a while now. It is really the strangest thing but in this world, when we are discarding religion and people are genuinely believing in manifesting, astrology, and aligning with the universe’s energy, I guess we need all to take all the help we can get. I think our generation is so lost because without religious explanations for things, we find ourselves looking up to other humans, putting other humans on pedestals and worshipping them. Political leaders and celebrities and entrepreneurs with fortunes the size of a small country and influencers and YouTubers with a million followers. Whether it's their pure fame or their beauty or their power, let alone the actual beauty oft heir artwork or their kindness or empathy or how many people they have helped in the world. Worshipping of our own flawed selves just makes our economy and our complexes around beauty and wealth and fame loom so much larger. We are simply feeding the beast, which gives us so little fulfillment in return. We are depressed as we scroll through Instagram, wondering why we were not born as beautiful or likable as our human gods. Even our human gods themselves are often depressed and miserable people, hiding behind the mirage for the sake of brand partnerships and sponsorships.

 

It all gets to a point when you realize that humans need something other than ourselves to worship, someone other than ourselves. The world and the universe are too big for us. Too expansive, two random, too evil and harsh. There is a reason why indigenous tribes lived for millennia and survived. They worshipped that own environment, the plants and animals, which is way more fulfilling and sustainable. They were the true geniuses, with spirits and the cycles of the natural world and. They were the true heroes, not the men with egos the size of the US economy, the white-men-saving-the-world-while-becoming-a-billionairecomplexes. Perhaps the indigenous tribes teach us that you can't save the world while also stripping it bare of every last resource, just because you're wearing a Patagonia sweater. As Elizabeth Gilbert says, I think we all need togo to our rooms and think about what we've done.

Death, Generations & The Earth

I think about death all the time. I think about how the generations are turning over, how everyone's grandparents are dying, how random people my age are starting to become parents, how my parents our getting older. How then I'll be old, how our generation and everyone we know will gradually be washed to sand in 100 years' time and how sad and weird all that is.

I literally think about this every day. I think about how, after a while, you become one of those people that died a long time ago. Time is just this relentless, unforgiving thing, and soon it will be 500years since we’ve been and gone and, who will remember you then?

 

But then you realize that, yes, somebody had to be alive now. Someone had to carry the baton. Actually, we are all in that way keeping each other alive, so there is a point to that. So that people can be here in the future. And each of us is just a stepping-stone that is washed away into the sands of time, but gradually.

 

Then I think about my grandfather, who died 10 years ago, and my great grandmother and for some reason her spirit has been with me for a while now. It is really the strangest thing but in this world, when we are discarding religion and people are genuinely believing in manifesting, astrology, and aligning with the universe’s energy, I guess we need all to take all the help we can get. I think our generation is so lost because without religious explanations for things, we find ourselves looking up to other humans, putting other humans on pedestals and worshipping them. Political leaders and celebrities and entrepreneurs with fortunes the size of a small country and influencers and YouTubers with a million followers. Whether it's their pure fame or their beauty or their power, let alone the actual beauty oft heir artwork or their kindness or empathy or how many people they have helped in the world. Worshipping of our own flawed selves just makes our economy and our complexes around beauty and wealth and fame loom so much larger. We are simply feeding the beast, which gives us so little fulfillment in return. We are depressed as we scroll through Instagram, wondering why we were not born as beautiful or likable as our human gods. Even our human gods themselves are often depressed and miserable people, hiding behind the mirage for the sake of brand partnerships and sponsorships.

 

It all gets to a point when you realize that humans need something other than ourselves to worship, someone other than ourselves. The world and the universe are too big for us. Too expansive, two random, too evil and harsh. There is a reason why indigenous tribes lived for millennia and survived. They worshipped that own environment, the plants and animals, which is way more fulfilling and sustainable. They were the true geniuses, with spirits and the cycles of the natural world and. They were the true heroes, not the men with egos the size of the US economy, the white-men-saving-the-world-while-becoming-a-billionairecomplexes. Perhaps the indigenous tribes teach us that you can't save the world while also stripping it bare of every last resource, just because you're wearing a Patagonia sweater. As Elizabeth Gilbert says, I think we all need togo to our rooms and think about what we've done.

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