I Have No True Dream

A year ago I wrote an essay about having a dream. A dream so beautifully impossible that turns to a ridiculous reality, a dream so naive and foolish, a dream no one can reach. Now, a year later, looking back at it I realize how ignorant I was, an open-minded ignorance. Not in a million years will that dream come true. I dreamt about freedom, dreamt about fairness and open minds, dreamt about liberty of expression. Dreamt about things many people want: a fair, just, world; for humanity to be saved, changed, to be better; to be free of doing what we want, what we desire. There’s nothing of that, not yesterday, not today, and certainly not tomorrow. They’re called dreams for a reason. I opened my eyes and came to realize that humanity has no saving, there’s no point in changing it, we’re all sinful creatures whose only saving is by falling to the hands of death. 

To go back to where we started and to never come back, to leave with everyone and leave nothing behind, not a trace left of what humanity once was, that’s a possible event, that, with the passing of time, it’ll come true. There’s no escaping the upcoming death of Gaia. As pessimist as it sounds, it’s just the reality of life. We live to die. The second you are born is the second your death starts, so if everything ends, should we enjoy, and better our lives, or face the harsh reality in which we live? There’s no satisfaction in the act of living, but why does that have to stop me from enjoying it? Questions with answers as unreachable as the stars, and as we grow the answers change, like everything around us changes. 

With the change of things, human stupidity remains unchanged. It’s the thing we will never be able to get rid of and the biggest flaw of humanity. There is no escaping the foolish human since they can be found everywhere, in the meaningless of the good and bad and the irrationality of believing it. Humans are expected to be one way and one way only, there’s no breaking the limits without a consequence, there is no true freedom in our way of life. 

I wish to be free

I wish to live a life without authorities

I wish to live somewhere in outer space, far, far away from this place

I wish for things that cannot be accomplished

But wishes and desires are just dreams

And dreams don’t always come true

We live to die

My dream: the natural destruction of humanity and planet Earth, an inevitable fate. Humans can’t be saved; there is no one here who can save us and there is no saving coming to us. A dream where we die along with our loved ones, to be left in the emptiness of nothing, and to go back to the start of the beginning, where not even the cosmos existed. My dream is to await the inevitable end of it all.