I seem to have become a grouchy old man. In my youth, ever so many years ago, I was such an optimist. Today, I’m not so sure that anything will work out well.
Perhaps becoming a grandfather had something to do with it. That and climate change.
The optimistic fragment of my mind tells me that a fundamental change in the way we think is developing. It has potential to save us from ourselves and bring us to a good future.
The pessimistic fragment, larger than I care for it to be, figures it won’t get far enough in time. I fear my granddaughter will die cursing my generation for our failure.
Peace, and awareness to you,