
When I think about the future, it’s not the big things that worry me. It’s the small, quiet changes. The things we barely notice slipping away.
I worry we’re losing touch with each other, even though we’re more connected than ever. We scroll past real feelings. We use hearts and thumbs-up instead of words.
This makes me think we’re forgetting how to be silent together. How to really listen and be present without needing to share it online.
I also worry about the constant noise in our world. It’s hard to find peace. I wonder if future generations will know how to slow down and just be.
But there’s hope in my worry. Awareness is the first step. If I can see the problems, I can help fix them.
I can help create places where people feel safe to be themselves. Where they can speak honestly and rest without judgment.
So, while I worry, I hold onto hope. We still have time to choose presence. And maybe that’s enough.
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