Catherine Dustrude. Epilogue. Question 2

Well, I was just about to post what would have been the longest, perhaps most emotional journal post ever, but technology is unreliable and so I switched out of the app to look up a word and now it's all gone. Great. I was really proud of that... Gah. 

I'll try not to show my real emotions in this post. 

So, does this affect our lives? Well, I plan to be alive in 2050. Essentially, If we want 2050 to be better than 2015, then we have to REgress, not PROgress. Maybe that technology glitch I just had was an example from God, that we can't be technology dependent. It will make us go crazy, turn into horribly violent people. At least, that was MY reaction just now. 

We are losing social connections. We are losing worth and meaning and fun in our lives. We work too much and worry even more. We want money not love. We want fame not happiness. We know the expression "money doesn't buy happiness" but no one truly believes that. I used to add on to that and say, 'but it can buy ballet classes and that's basically the same thing'. But it can't buy me the friends I make there. It can't buy me the feelings of dancing, or the sound of the live pianist making us laugh, playing Queen as we do pliés and randejambes. 

We have to regress to where money wasn't the focus. We have to raise our kids plaging outside with sticks and dirt, not with iPads and iPhones in their hands. They can't know what Netflix is until they're at least 10, and they can't get whatever they want, whenever they want it. 

These 7 questions to think about for 2050, further emphasize how quickly we, as a country, as a world, have been growing, but in the wrong direction. We've really been getting dumber and more monotonous. It's so easy to do bad things, to lie, to cheat, and then to convince someone that we haven't, yet everyday we do, and we don't know that it's wrong anymore. If I keep living like I am, around the people that I am around, I won't make it to 2050, I'll have worked my butt off, and I'll be lying in some grave; my family will be watching my funeral on hologram devices in their living rooms, so they can 'work' while munching on the newest fad of a healthy chip and telling their robot through their brain-reading helmets which part of the house to polish next. 

Basically, the future can't look bright to blind people.