So many of my existential anxieties for our species tallied together in one essay.
The apocalyptic spectre of global climate decimation, when fairly considered, alternatingly fills me with paralyzing ennui or a hedonistic,
carpe voluptatem disregard for our collective future and my fellow anthropoi; it's everything I can do to hold onto either basic motivation or concern for the well-being of others, given our global prospects, merely a few decades down the line. It's harrowing, in equal measure, to feel so few amongst us maintain the appropriate level of perpetual, low-level panic for the coming catastrophes, and low-key despondency for the incipient desolation to both natural wonder and human progress—and even more depressing to see how many ignore, or outright deny, the dark clouds on the horizon.
It's also why I personally only formulate short- and medium-term ambitions.
Discuss.