I WAS born in 1969, the summer of Woodstock, the Apollo 11 Moon landing and the year the Beatles played together for the last time.
I entered my teens in the 1980s, the decade when everything seemed possible. Life was about fun, freedom of expression and everything was bright, colourful and loud. We had no mobile phones, apps or laptops, yet we were happy and full of dreams for the future.
Fast forward now to the world in 2021 and I see that although we may have grown up, sadly we squandered something in the process. Global corporations control the governments of the world and a dark and unidentifiable something grips the reins of these organisations, while concealing its true malevolence. Cancel culture and the erosion of basic freedoms increase and we are afraid to say what we are thinking for fear of causing offence and the consequences that ensue.
We read Orwell and Huxley in school so there are no excuses, yet most have still acquiesced to a new world order and the control of their lives by others. Those who can see beyond the illusions of the reality portrayed by our leaders and the mainstream media are ridiculed for speaking out and offering a different point of view than the collective. Where is this all leading?
History tells us the answer to this question all too clearly: and only the wilfully deluded will turn away from the mirror of truth.
My only comfort is that the truth will always out and my greatest wish remains that it will not arrive too late. I am traumatised, disgusted and inconsolable when faced with what has happened to our world.
Those few of us left who have already opened our eyes endure lonely and painful lives left out of the society we helped to build. In the future, when this dark chapter in history has ended, will we be able to forget all the derision we endured and the terrible guilt and loneliness we felt as we walked our path alone?
We must hope so. Hope springs eternal, and for many of us, is all we have.
