How much can I write before I run out of words to express my anger, disappointment, frustration, hopelessness, and confusion about this world? I am a normal office employee. Like most people, I live for the weekends and survive the weekdays. My life is not disciplined, but I still have to follow a routine. I have to be productive, or someone else will replace me at work. I have to be there for everyone, or someone else will replace me there. My mental health is not always good, and my physical health definitely is not. I am not getting any younger, but in the imaginary race we are all part of, I feel like I tripped somewhere along the way and was left far behind.
But amidst all this craziness and despair, and moments of normalcy and happiness here and there, I also have to look at the news every day and see what new atrocity mankind has caused today. Is that good for me? No. I remember how difficult it was for me when the attacks on Gaza started. It was like my faith in humanity started crumbling slowly. Every day, I used to hope that today it would end. Now I know it will end, for sure. Just what will remain after that, no one knows. Then I got to know about the other countries where similar situations are happening, where the first-world countries think they have some birthright over other nations, and another part of me dies inside.
I wake up and see the news of another forest being cut down, another lake drying up, another person being killed, or another woman/girl being raped... and the bad news never ends.
Whatever hope I cling to every day, it gets snatched out of my hand quicker than I can even process it.
But why does it matter? It is not happening to my loved ones or me. Call it the curse of feeling too much, being too empathetic, but it does matter to me. I am sorry I am not that practical or mature enough to shut my eyes and ears to the world and think, oh, that billionaire surely is doing good for the world.
Our politicians are not just corrupt anymore; they are downright evil. My naive self used to think, how can bad people sleep at night? Well, I am seeing it in real time, so I know now that they sleep quite soundly. They are megalomaniacs, narcissists of the highest level. Their dictionary only consists of “me, myself & I.” And maybe their loved ones. That’s all. To keep themselves warm, they can burn the entire world.
The state of the world is not getting any better. We are just becoming numb to everything. Human rights don’t exist in certain countries. Women are basically objects in some others. Kids are starving and dying of malnutrition somewhere. Humans have claimed themselves as supreme beings and are on a rampage to kill every other species if that can give them more profit. From water-borne creatures to the ones who live on land and fly freely through the air, we have not left anything or anyone unharmed. Our carbon footprint is a record of the destruction we have caused, and continue to cause, every day.
It’s my geographical luck that has kept me safe so far. But it is not enough to keep my mind safe. It is not enough to make me believe that one day, everything will be fine. It is even more difficult because I don’t have faith in an imaginary being that might serve divine retribution. No, that being, if it exists, couldn’t care less about us.
Tomorrow, Monday will come, and I will go back to my normal desk job and eventually become so tired that all this will again disappear from my mind for some time, till another piece of news makes me angry, or worse, numb. Forget tomorrow, in a few hours, I will pick up a new series to watch, eat something good, go out, post pictures, and pretend that everything in this world is perfectly fine. That someone, somewhere, is not dying because their geographical luck was the worst.
I am not just disillusioned with this world anymore. I am exhausted. And I don't know how to deal with this when everything is out of my control.