Hopelessness or What’s the point

I have always wanted children.

Ever since I can remember,

That has been my biggest dream.

Today. I feel utterly hopeless.

With World War III on our doorstep.

Climate change no one cares about.

A new form of dictator in the US.

I wanted to say he was an H***** 2.0

But my dad said I couldn’t compare the two.

And I think he’s right.

It is different.

But maybe also because it is less obvious today.

Deportation, and words, and walls are not like gas.

Though a wall was in Germany too.

I feel like so many people don’t care that much.

“It’s just four years,” they’ll say

Well, is it?

I was talking to my boyfriend earlier.

“What’s the point?” was our conclusion.

What’s the point of being careful and humane.

Why not take the plane and eat meat and take baths all the time

What’s the point about what we’re doing.

We want to give the world a better future.

We want to teach our children.

God, we just want to live.

But what’s the point?

When so many people vote for separation.

For climate oblivion

For women’s death.

What’s the point?

And honestly, I wanted to cheer my boyfriend up.

And I was struggling.

It all seems so bleak.

Do I really want to bring children to such a fucked-up world?

What is the point except making them suffer?

Kamala Harris wrote that only in the darkest of times

Can you see the stars in the sky.

And though I want to believe her.

I see the sky and I only see fog.

What is the point?

It is so much easier to be a careless human.

I don’t want to

I still have dreams.

I still want children.

But how selfish is that?

So, I ask you.

I ask the world.

The people out there who think like me.

What is the point?

Because I feel alone. I think the world feels alone too.

Left out.

We need now more than ever to find the point of all this.

And not to give up.