150,000 years later

I wonder how the first homo sapiens to develop language said 'fuck it'. I'm sure they had a word or gesture.

After a long day of running from carnivors, tracking game, digging up edible roots, or maybe sharpening  sticks on a rock... did they sit around complaining about the lack of opportunity or that the cheiftan gets all the best chicks? I'm sure some of them just wished they could climb back up a tree and stay there.

A mere 6000 generations later, a lot of us still want to climb a tree and not come down. Or maybe just pitch a tent in a park.

After centuries of improvement, the gap between rich and poor is now getting worse. The complexities of our consumer driven economy and technology riddled society are enough to drive many around the bend from the intersection of progress and efficiency to the corner of despair and desperation. Financial crisis, overwhelming private and public debt, broken political systems, shifting power, resource depletion, climate change, ...where's my tree!

But actually, from where I sit, high atop mount Olympus, nothing has really changed. Not since Kronos ripped the nads of Uranus and set the worlds spinning. The only difference is in the concept with which mortals struggle mightily... context.

Words and worries may change, but over the 150,000 years of human history, the future has always been frought with danger... whether it's being eaten by a tiger, falling to a rampaging horde, plague, or economic destitution, the constant is uncertainty. The past has been overcome, the present is fleeting, and the future is a chaos of possibilities. Fuck it... or embrace the adventure.