I realized the day after I wrote about aliens that it was a post generated by and promoting fear. At least that's how I feel about it, and that's not really what I intended to do.
Do the alien dreams I have genuinely worry at me? Yes. Do videos like the one I posted freak me out? Yes. Do I think there is a rational reason to be afraid, and that the phone call in that video is genuine? At the risk of sounding like a lunatic, yes.
After all that, do I think our future is bleak and hopeless? No. A thousand times no.
I'm not always entirely sure where the hope lies. Sometimes I get overwhelmed by how big and out of my hands it all seems, how little there appears to be that I can do. This is true of life in general, and at times I've allowed myself to sit and stagnate.
That, I've learned, doesn't help.
I'm not always sure what action I can take to make myself feel better, and the idea of being in control of something I know precious little about other than how deeply troubled I feel about it is ludicrous, really. I think the best I can do is try my hardest to make day to day decisions about life that I can live with, and be prepared to put up a fight against Darkness and Evil wherever I see them. Hopefully then, if the shit hits the fan in a way that I've dreamt about, I'll be ready to do something about it instead of being frozen in fear.
And if it never happens, well, then I'll have lived a life that I hope I can look back on and say, yes, I did the best I could with what I had, and I strove to improve on that every day, and promote Light instead of Darkness, and Hope instead of Fear.
Do the alien dreams I have genuinely worry at me? Yes. Do videos like the one I posted freak me out? Yes. Do I think there is a rational reason to be afraid, and that the phone call in that video is genuine? At the risk of sounding like a lunatic, yes.
After all that, do I think our future is bleak and hopeless? No. A thousand times no.
I'm not always entirely sure where the hope lies. Sometimes I get overwhelmed by how big and out of my hands it all seems, how little there appears to be that I can do. This is true of life in general, and at times I've allowed myself to sit and stagnate.
That, I've learned, doesn't help.
I'm not always sure what action I can take to make myself feel better, and the idea of being in control of something I know precious little about other than how deeply troubled I feel about it is ludicrous, really. I think the best I can do is try my hardest to make day to day decisions about life that I can live with, and be prepared to put up a fight against Darkness and Evil wherever I see them. Hopefully then, if the shit hits the fan in a way that I've dreamt about, I'll be ready to do something about it instead of being frozen in fear.
And if it never happens, well, then I'll have lived a life that I hope I can look back on and say, yes, I did the best I could with what I had, and I strove to improve on that every day, and promote Light instead of Darkness, and Hope instead of Fear.
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