Death or Revolution Because There is Nothing Else

Humanity is speeding toward more atrocities and suffering, and we can’t clean the mess we made, but we can live before we die.

The urge to escape the traumatic and unbearable existence and society has become a constant impulse, but the brokenness is everywhere, and there’s nowhere to go. Desperation elicited visions of moving to another planet to start fresh because hopelessness is sinking to new depths. The prospects of a revolution are more conceivable than fleeing to a faraway universe to avoid a demoralized and destructive civilization that will annihilate Earth and worsen humanity’s inhumanity. Yet, the distance seems comparable.

We have been defeated by a genocidal political and economic system that we created because we forgot to imagine another world. It conquered and devastated us, and we’re sitting on death row, waiting to die while watching mass executions. Our pointlessness hardens us, and the torturous destruction of everything makes us numb and lifeless yet reactive to any emotional stimulation because we are desperate to live.

A portion of the public announces its loyalty to the oppressive regime, while an alienated, disengaged mass idly waits for someone to lead the revolt. Although we lost the class war and our habitat accelerates toward demise, redemption stirs, and there is nothing else, but we don’t know how to ignite a blaze. The youth have the energy and naivete, and older generations have the wisdom, but we’re too isolated to incite a unified movement.

Decades of conditioned distrust of the “other” disabled and silenced us, and generational blame for our predicament is a manufactured deterrence. The Baby Boomers led the counterculture revolution and nearly generated an alternative structure, but the powerful forces assassinated their spirit, and they didn’t teach us revolutionary tactics. Generation X glimpsed the last rays of hope but disappeared in the darkness, and Millenials blindly confronted the enemy before retreating into defeat.

We’re fighting the same enemy, separately and asynchronously, and getting nowhere. Defeat weakened and drained us, and we’re watching life on screens, patiently waiting for a rupture to instigate a visceral protest against our demoralization. We have the expertise as one historically repressed people, differing in age, income, race, and religion, uniting in objectives.

The loneliness is painfully stark and killing our brilliance, and the atrophy strips our imagination and self-determination, leaving us to wither into nothingness. It’s cruel and agonizing to wait for death instead of living an intimate life, but is this our story? We have so much potential, yet we’re frozen by fear and failure, suffocating in unbearable emptiness because we never learned to accept losing is a part of the process.

Defeat sets us back, but it doesn’t kill our fight. It’s a learning process that forces us to acknowledge mistakes, fine-tune our strategies, and improve our skills, and we will lose often. The odds are against us, but the losses are bearable, and the nothingness and loneliness are not. Eventually, we will create the world we imagine because wars can’t destroy entrenched ideologies; Cuba and Vietnam are proof.

A hinge point is nearing as our governments move closer to fascist, capitalist regimes, and our disconnection will force our compliance. Unifying generations, races, incomes, and diversities is the only way forward. Yet, we must step out of solitary confinement to embrace our unique differences and innate social connectedness or decay alone and demoralized, achieving nothing but the destruction of our habitat.

How many more years can we live in miserable alienation? When will loneliness motivate collectivism? How do we begin?