TumblrPhilosopher

It's easy, to despair.

Our weights only ever seem to get heavier.

But we, as a whole, still believe in the utopias our ancestors dreamt for us. We still hope for those futures where we've solved our worst problems.

We believe that we can fix the climate still, and we can. We believe that we can fix politics still, and it's true. We believe that we can create not only a kind world, but a more open, and honest one.

We want so badly to be good to eachother, that we rage whenever someone breaks that trust. We DEMAND justice and find it wanting, too slow to change for a better world.

A world that desires for us to be the best versions of ourselves.

We dream of a future where we're free from the greatest of our worries, because we've done the work.

And it's going to take work, as hard as you've ever done, maybe harder, but it will feel right, knowing you're FIXING something instead of toiling for a broken system.

A future where we crack the science beyond USING our planet, the science of safegaurding it.

The future within our grasp? That ACHING, CLAWING NEED for us to just REACH OUT and take the reins.

That future whereby public consciousness exceeds our individual knowledge, and we become so deeply driven by eachother. Knowing that if one of us can, then all of us can.

The desire to truly, once and for all take care of eachother. We all just want to make it in this world, and we're so close to a point where we can drag eachother into the future.

The advances we've made in the last century alone have been nothing short of magical. Thinking up new ways to solve our health, increasing our lifespans by decades. We are on the cusp of infinite energy. We're just short of fully cybernetic limbs, and soon regrowable body parts.

The backsliding anti-progressives cannot hold on for much longer, they don't have the power to resist that overbearing monstrosity that is tearing away our backs lest we forget to run.

That monster that tells us there's no way back. Progress slides ever onwards, it's as ever as it has been. We no longer need the hysterics about it, the future is in our grasp, we need but seize it.

We are so connected in thought, feeling, love, acceptance and popular dissuasion.

OOOH CAN YOU NOT FEEL IT?! I know you! As you know me! We have never met, we will never meet, but I KNOW you.

Do you not see that far off sliver of an edge where a beautiful future waits for us. Look at how close it is, WE CAN SEE IT.

Humanity's expansion is one of harmony, don't you see? We want to be the benevolent progenitors so badly. Look at how often we write about it. The people before us looked like us, they were better than we are. All across science fiction, fantasy. THE STORIES WE TELL. We write about aliens coming by and gifting us great ancestral knowledge, because we know that we'd do that if we had that power. We instinctively try to raise up others.

Don't you feel that gnawing need to just HELP EACHOTHER?! Cut out the things that are terrible, let them fall away. You just need to understand we exist in as much space as we can take. Our bubbles end where another begins, and we test eachother's boundaries.

We learn those boundaries so we know what to do when those boundaries break. And we push eachother forward. Get back up, dust off your knees, there's work to do, but we don't have to die for it. We have to live for it.

CAN YOU NOT.

FEEEEEEL IT?!

The future begs for us.

Do you ever wonder if some of our drastic brain disorders are simply unable to process our advances, or some so well equipped for a future not arriving fast enough? Once you live long enough, our brains maybe, just can't process our progress. What if we knew it was coming because it no longer felt like magic.

Every ounce of science fiction was always about what we could be. Telling us what to avoid and what to take with us. Our lessons, successes, failures, and noble truths.

Telling us that the smallest virus can take out so much of us, the most advanced civilization we've ever known. Telling us that if we go too far into the future, we'll look at those behind as monsters.

But we can slow down a little. Time happens anyway. Neither it, nor us, can be stopped. Settle things in a true court of public opinion, make better the lives of those before us, so they can rest knowing that we'll be able take us to the next checkpoint.

We save ourselves by saving eachother. CAN YOU NOT FEEL THAT FUTURE?!

Scientists ready to go, you know, whenever.

can you not hear the echoes of a million stories telling us to GO. Find us, find you, in the future, as you were so will you be!

That city in the clouds we ALWAYS dream of, utopias of perfect community with our planet, the best of us stopping the worst before the worst happens.

Someone will always say NO before the worst, because we've made the big mistake 520 times. And we let it happen, because we just HAD to know, we just couldn't resist the urge to watch how quickly we could decimate our population.

We're the greatest monsters of this planet, and we knew it all along. But we are also it's greatest help, or we can be, if we just give in to that beast egging us forward.

I am bad at it now, because I am poor. In many ways it feels like I've always been so.

I'm always playing catch-up with my rent, my food, my phone. For most of my life that's been OKAY. I've been a forever cheerleader for those who figured out something even MARGINALLY better, because those successes are inspiration for what we can do in the future. I always pull up those behind if i can spare it. The only way we make it is if we all make it, otherwise, it's just needless sacrifice.

For my life, I've always been there to help someone move, the one that tips well, the one JUST polite enough to get by. I can't help but help people where I can, but I just worry so much I'll be left behind.

My heart SCREAMS "take me with you!" "I know my help is small, but it's all of me!" Just don't leave me behind! I want to see where you're going so I can help you get excited for it. I want you to LIVE.

Just don't let me fall apart, I'm trying to make it too, I never want to give up.

As an elder millennial and tumblr veteran, I'm finding myself contemplating my age.

I've started to notice a shift in my taste for music, my personality solidifying, my causes emboldened. Those memories that feel like tortuous traps starting to feel like experiences to draw upon. I see the trap of a mind too rigid laid before me, but I see too the benefit of the strength in that. Somewhere inbetween is best, like a perfectly crafted bow, ready to knock an arrow to the heart of the matter.

And at the heart of THIS matter, is music.

Music is probably humanity's first art form, and ever since we've been driven by its swells and recesses. But a sense for music is one that requires a great deal of exposure.

When we are children, our taste is shaped by our parents, locked into trying to maintain their happiness, they play the most familiar rhythms, their happiest moments, and we learn to play along.

As we grow, our ears are more and more exposed to our peers tastes, we learn to develop preferences. It is also when we start learning how music makes us feel.

We learn to hide our feelings in the music you listen to, we fill our world with music.

And as we age more, we start detecting the nuances inside the tonal changes, smaller changes get bigger feelings. We really manage to get into our own heads.

We figure some things out, and we learn to pack even more nuance into the music we listen to, we learn that music can hold so much of our thoughts. And our tastes change more, perhaps to music we've never heard, or music we couldn't understand yet.