As far back as I could remember, I've always dreamt and imagined of a better tomorrow. A new world free from chaos, suffering, anguish, and evil. Back then, I could only think of somewhat simple futuristic scenery, one of which was of a car slowly gliding through a road that looked all too familiar. Ever since I was a kid, I've been attached to images, videos, concepts of the future. I stepped back in awe as my imagination slowly developed into something more complex, a clearer vision of what my percepted future was going to be like. Only this time, it was different; as everything I knew changed.
My vision of a tomorrow filled with holograms with a cyan color tone slowly faded and my once bright futuristic paradise turned into a dark and desolate dystopian future. All traces of hope and the once bright future I had in mind—slowly withered as the years passed.
Hope, it seems, came in a limited supply. Making matters worse, it was hard to find.
The futuristic utopia that I had once dreamt of is in shambles. Chaos and hopelessness run wild as the once gleaming streets slowly turn into nothing more than a bunch of shattered glass and cracked concrete. The buildings that once stood tall have all but collapsed, with the paint slowly fading into a shade of gray. The main building in the center of town, once was a symbol of hope and perpetual innovation through the use of technology, is now a symbol that, no matter how pure and brave good intentions are, there is only one thing that looms over everything at the end of the day—apathy.
Still in shambles, I'm trying my best to pull myself out of this rut and slowly rebuild my vision of a better and brighter tomorrow. Like with most things, progress will usually run slow. Days, weeks, months, or even years may pass and I still might not have the same vision that I once had before. Yes, progress will be slow, but it will continue on nevertheless.
I most definitely will need the help of others, to restore what I have lost. People might come and go, destroy something I had been working on, bring down some of the things I have built, but that's just a normal part of life. What will matter the most is that I can build and rebuild things faster than they can destroy.
The road ahead from here is a long and tedious path, but I'm sure that I can restore my beloved dream and, soon, I might be able to show everyone what I've worked on. The things I have built might be destroyed, but that's just a normal part of life. What will matter the most is that I can build and rebuild things faster than they can destroy.
The road ahead from here is a long and tedious path, but I'm sure that I can restore my beloved dream and, soon, I might be able to show everyone what I've worked on. Who I really am in this world.