You should know, there is something that troubles me from time to time in my mind. It started out as a side-thought from a conversation I was having with a friend a while ago, but every time this mindset comes up, it becomes even more urgent and depressing.

We all have our hopes. Our dreams. Our goals to reach. Our stars to achieve. To put it personally, I have my dreams and plans I wish to achieve, to see come to fruition. I wish to see myself be able to create the entire world of "A Savior's Legacy" and "Heroes of Carnage" and publish each story in some way, including others that involve events from Carius' (Tierran's new name) history, from the beginning to the end, imbuing them with my beliefs, spirituality, creativity, morals, and other things that I hold fast to (or attempt to) in my life. I wish to see the next generation of Axel, my Pontiac Grand Prix, truly become something monstrous like the dragons I now make out each of our vehicles to be.

You see, I keep getting this nagging feeling every now and then....That sees where our world is headed...That all of the hard work, care, and time we weave into our activities, our works, our creative past-times, will come to a crashing end, after which it won't matter whether we have talent or vision, all that will matter is our faith, if we have any, and our will to survive.

I see where this world is headed, and in fact, there may be some places that have already arrived at chaos and oppression: Our morals in the people as a whole are slipping, throwing any sort of proper, considerate, formal relations between strangers completely out of the window, with our leaders unable and unwilling to meet us and care for us.

Yes, the main reason this feeling originated was from the realization that our government will, and is, failing us. In fact, if my hunches are true, then we as a people will be treated as sheep to the slaughter. No talents considered. No skills reviewed. It won't matter whether you're a marksman, a dancer, an artist, a driver, a carpenter, a mechanic, or anything else; none of our dreams will be able to be realized or carried out to their fullest in this life. The world, I feel, is about to turn into its head, smashing what's left of our morals as a race.

To put it better, I have all of my hopes and dreams I wish to accomplish, but I feel that...I won't be able to achieve them, thanks to the way our world is turning upside-down, blindly supporting those that do them harm without them realizing it. I feel that, perhaps within a few years or a few decades, the only thing that will matter to us as a race is the will and determination to survive, to outsmart our fates determined by outside parties, to merely endure. No, it won't matter what you can create, or what you can do, except if it ensures your survival; we will become mere shells of what we once were, as sentient human beings.

We are poisoning our thoughts, our world, our food, water, and air supplies; we are destroying our own home just to reach short-term goals that won't even be worth jack-squat in the future. It's like we don't care about our well-being anymore.

This may come off as depressing to many others, like I've sunk into some sort of depression that would warrant the application of "antidepressants", but no, I currently have no reason to be depressed; I have plenty of money in my accounts for now, I can still walk, talk, smell, eat, and think, and I am eternally grateful for this life. I am looking to the future, of what our lifestyles and current events will hold for us, of what our choices here and now harbor for us, for better or for worse.

Unfortunately, the latter seems true.