MYTHS AND MISCONCEPTION

HELLO. IT’S A NEW YEAR.
And somehow… it’s already 2024.

When I was a child,
I imagined the future differently.

I thought 2020 would arrive
with flying cars,
a happy world,
and technology that truly made life better.

But the world that came
was chaotic.
Messy.
Broken.

Yes—this is a world of advanced technology.
Everything is easier now.

With a single phone,
you can buy anything,
order transport,
work,
attend classes,
replace television,
video call,
message,
and connect with people across the globe.

Today, the basic requirement for life
is no longer food or shelter—
it is a phone and internet.

And if you have those,
you are considered “alive.”

But look at the timeline:

2020 — a global pandemic.
2021 — mandatory injections and division.
2022 — economic collapse.
2023 — war in Palestine.
2024 — bunkers, fear, preparation for disaster.

What did all this technology and globalization really give us?

After everything,
people became cautious, suspicious, fragmented.

There are the paranoid.
The anti-vaccine.
The preppers.
The capitalists.
The governments.
The victims of war.

And here is the misconception:

“If you have a bunker, you will be safe.”

That is a lie.

In war, governments control movement.
Men are sent to fight.
Evacuation is ordered.
No bunker protects the soul.

I now see that much of this chaos
was built long before.

Between 2017 and 2019,
we were taught to hustle.
To become entrepreneurs.
To chase financial freedom.
To turn content creation into identity.

We were trained for a rat race
disguised as ambition.

Twenty-four hours were never enough.
There was always more to monetize,
more productivity to prove,
more success to display.

Everyone chased the same dream
they saw online.

We even gave it a name—
FOMO—
the fear of being left behind
in a globalized world.

But this life is not fulfilling.

It is easier to eat fast food
than sit together for dinner.
Family tables disappeared.
Home-cooked meals vanished.
Conversations faded.

People isolate themselves
inside their phones.
They connect deeply with strangers online
while drifting away
from the people beside them.

We are sicker now.

Hospitals are always full.
New diseases keep appearing.
Masks became normal.
Distance became habit.

I realized something painful:

Fast food made me tired.
Lethargic.
Emotionally empty.

I missed warm food.
I missed my mother’s cooking.
I missed nourishment that carried love.

It is easier to develop mental illness
when your body is fed junk.

Now I understand
how important real food is.
How essential home-cooked meals are.

Fast food is not food.
It is synthetic fuel—
chemical, toxic, cheap,
designed for profit, not health.

Our immunity weakened
because our food lost its life.
Medicine and supplements replaced nourishment.
Plastic replaced soil.
Profit replaced care.

A technological world promised happiness—
but delivered distance.

Food lost its soul.
Humans lost connection.
Technology built more weapons
than solutions.

War now has no rules.
Machines make killing easier.
Genocide against the weak
is normalized.

This is not the future I imagined.

I don’t hate life.
I hate what we turned the world into.

And maybe that anger
is not destruction—
but grief
for a world that could have been better.

IHATETHISWORLD