This trajectory cannot be sustained long-term. We are now witnessing the consequences of this realization, and the collective desperation is palpable. Capitalism, upheld by governments, sacrifices everything to keep the machinery running. It’s like a desperate person trying to stay warm by setting themselves on fire. We are watching the final, futile gasps of a dying system, where the ruling class—aware that their days are numbered—clings to power with increasing desperation and violence.
This moment resembles an abusive relationship where the abuser senses that their control is slipping. It's the most dangerous point, the moment when violence peaks because the grip is loosening. But where can we go? Where do we flee when the walls are closing in?
We need to make others understand what we are beginning to realize—that we are witnessing the last generation born who might die of old age, rather than from the catastrophes wrought by capitalism. Societal breakdown and climate collapse loom large on the horizon.
I find no solace in dreams of a better tomorrow; this realization weighs heavily on me. Yet it is precisely this weight that fuels the need to fight. We must fight for those we love. The world belongs to our children, and we owe it to them to stand our ground—to refuse to surrender and never lay down our arms. The future is uncertain, but our resolve must be steadfast.
We owe them everything.