I want to touch a piece of machinery and feel hopeful for the future.
I want to wake up to new discoveries and not be threatened by the ill intentions of the ones who made them.
I want to be excited about the progress every new invention could make and not worry about it killing jobs, industries, and people.
I want to participate in change without having to worry about my demise.
Or the decline of my intellect and creativity.
Every day, I wake up to this nightmare of a planet. Most of the world are suffering. The rest are concerned about overfilling their coffers. And I am tied with a chain somewhere in between to tend to my needs.
How did we get here?
I weep for the dreams of my heroes who saw the world for what it could have become today.
I grieve the work of the writers who imagined so much more for us and whose ideas we so blatantly ignored. Nay, opposed. Defied. Trashed.
Where are we going?
I long for the days when we saw promise in a new device.
We were joyful. We were hopeful. We were inspired.
We weren’t told to shut up and not question anything new. We weren’t denied the rights to make decisions about what we accepted and rejected.
We were included.
We evolved.
8 August 2025
Natalia Go
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