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  • Writer's pictureAudre S

The Pathway to our Future

We think each of us are unique, blazing a new trail never seen by any before us. Yet our steps are more like a trail, we are following the people before us. Our ancestors and our ancestors enemies, lovers, and friends. Each step carved into a timeline that pushes forward with or without us. Sometimes we hesitate or anxiously form our own path. Sometimes we lose balance and our steps falter leaving nothing but anxiety and guilt for making our own trail into the unknown. The past forms a road that most are content to follow. They balk at change, and look down their nose at those they deem unworthy. Ignoring those deemed unworthy of space, of resources, of breath, of life, they create walls and borders. They create nightmares and bureaucracy, obscured, each step we take appears to be into the unknown.


Yet our steps are more like a trail. We are following the people before us; our ancestors and our ancestors enemies, lovers, and friends. Each step carved into a timeline that pushes forward with or without us. Sometimes we hesitate or anxiously form our own path. Sometimes we lose balance and our steps falter leaving nothing but anxiety and guilt for making our own trail into the unknown. The past forms a road that most are content to follow. They balk at change, and look down their nose at those they deem unworthy. Ignoring those deemed unworthy of space, of resources, of breath, of life, they create walls and borders. They create nightmares defining life through the lens of bureaucracy.


We are not here to falter or fight for our space on this planet. We were here before, we witness the rise and fall of empires. We have survived and we will continue to live. Our past might be fractured, our stories untold. Our worries overcrowding our hearts, our memories melt into nightmares. We forge our futures in the light of the golden sun. Under the wisdom of a swollen moon, we rediscover ourselves. We remember what it means to fight. Our ancestors fought to be here. Their blood is buried deep in the soil that we build this new world upon. We must remember and we must dream. We must envision a world without chains, a world where we don't just survive, but we thrive.


We are all searching for this perfect future, but we forget that we are the ones that shape it. We cannot sit back and watch as our world becomes unrecognizable. Where it burns not just in front out our eyes, but in our hearts. Ash falling between our fingers as we try to grasp some meaning in all the chaos and destruction. We have a choice now. What is our future and how can we shape it in the moment, today? Will we create something new or will we try another facsimile of modernity? We mustn't just dream, we must act while thinking about more than just the current moment, but plan for a future beyond ourselves. We must question our actions and ask many questions. Do we try, do we live, or do we only replicate old systems of oppression? Do we plant flowers or do we continue to dig up the putrid bones of our past, dredging each bit of oil we can use to continue our path of destruction? The choice is ours to make, what will you choose?

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