Doomerism feels inescapable
I think I've fallen into a pit of doom and gloom. Not because I went peeking into it, but because, nowadays, doomerism is everywhere. Every industry I once admired has turned out to be corrupt to the bone. Creativity, craftsmanship and charity are either overlooked or exploited. I do what I can to distract myself (go running, blog daily, play Sonic Racing: CrossWorlds), but everywhere I look, the spectre of unhappiness is present.
I'm struggling with getting out of this hole. Two days ago, I wrote a post with a similar sentiment. I didn't think I would repeat myself so soon, but almost everything I do has an aftertaste of the end. AI is replacing jobs. Data centres and mining plants are ruining the environment as well as the lives of local communities. The people with the most power in this world have no incentive to better anyone's life apart from their own. Am I supposed to resort to escapism forever? Live in the push and pull of horrible news and cosy, mindful activities? Don't those survival tactics feel worthless when it's time to go back to the doom and gloom? I feel like I'm living two lives: one in which I'm happy, and satisfied, and excited about the year to come, and another life in which my future is in the hands of someone who doesn't even care that I exist. I could scream if given the chance.