The Little Prince

I'm scared.

That we'll grow up

And leave all our childhood ambitions behind.

That we'll look back on what we wrote as children when we're adults and laugh

And label everything as "cute" or "stupid" or "pathetic"

Or some other word for 'unimportant' as we move on to matters of consequence.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I forget where I heard the phrase

Every young generation wants to change the world.

And it's true, it's true.

Every generation has that little rebel stage where we want to create our identity as a seperate, new era; completely seperated from the parent.

But not enough generations have really gathered enough force to collectively evoke change.

There haven't been many revolts.

Or rather

Revolutions.

The sixties was the time when hippies were big, and liberal flower children handed peace and love to police officers beating protestors on the street.

That I think is the closest youthful human kind has come to liberating itself from the repetitive, war-filled history of our ancestors.

But.

(And here in lies the problem)

Some of us are children to those used-to-be chain-smoking, trippy acid kids.

And some of our parents are police officers.

Even the hippies grew up.

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We can't stop from growing up.

That's human.

But since when did growing up signify that we have to stop being children?

Stop listening to children?

Stop believing that the world could actually be a better place?

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And of course there's that whole idea that by fitting into society and slowly doing your part in the small things the world will eventually become a better place.

Wake up.

The world doesn't have as much time as we think it does.

There are thousands of potential diseases, meteors, climate changes and more

That could obliterate the earth.

Or, more likely, life on earth.

More specifically, human life on earth.

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So slow and simple has worked for a while, but time is kinda getting short.

If not us, then who?

Which generation will bring about love, acceptence, joy in the world in an equal, justified manner?

Who will feed the hungry?

Who will cure the diseases?

If not us.

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If the world is gonna be destroyed anyways, it doesn't really matter if measly, little human kind dies in peace or in war.

But. I think it's sad.

Horrible.

That in the entire known history of the earth there hasn't been one

moment

of recorded perfection.

One decade, or year, or day, or even an hour where the entire earth was actually at peace.

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It's too ambitious, I know.

"World peace" what does that even mean?

Maybe world peace is actually the destruction of the earth

When humans cease to exist

And everything can be left alone.

--Julie