The world as we all knew it, is over

I usually tend to write this kind of thing in my diary; and yet, for days now, I’ve felt an urgent need to share my words, even with strangers who do not speak my language. It feels as though, at the dawn of my new life as an adult, the world has decided to turn against me. The wealthy control everything, the economy is falling apart, and the prospect of going to University feels increasingly distant.

The final year of high school is proving more difficoult than expected. None of us has any motivation left; the very idea of a future has been stripped from our horizons. One by one, to varying degrees, we are slowly abandoning our dreams and passions because, deep down, we know we have no hope.

What unsettles me most is the indifference with which the majority of my peers treat the global situation. Few have the courage to admit that, should war break out, we would be the first to pay the price. I do not deny that I am among those few. Whenever the topic is mentioned, my mind begins to spiral, imagining post-apocalyptic scenarios in which, for some strange reason, I am spared the heavy burden of fighting on the front lines.

I fear for myself, for my loved ones, for my peers, for our stolen childhood and youth.

I study rentlessly, in the hope of finishing high school with a grade that truly represents me, fully aware that, on the battle field, knowing what the “anonymous popular chorus” is, will be of no use to me. My mind refuses to store information; it retreats into a cocoon and desires nothing but to sleep, sleep, sleep.