It's been 100 years since the war to end all wars boys.
Do you think our forefathers would be happy with what their sacrifices have lead to? Do you think they'd be content with where we've come from and where we're going? Would they be proud of you?
I know mine wouldn't.
I purposely waited until today to write this. As of this moment, Armistice day is over. The memory of what the world was like 100 years ago will quickly fade from our collective minds, and we will go back to thinking that sitting inside for 23 hours a day, looking at dopamine boxes, is the human experience. We will go back to our jobs, and exist without any sort of community. No one will care if you succeed or fail. No one will come up to you and push you to be a better person. No one will shame you for giving into your vices, and no one will celebrate with you for fulfilling your dreams.
By tomorrow, you will probably consume more sugar, in a single meal, than most of our ancestors tasted in their entire lifetimes. Within the next month you will probably experience more leisure than even the richest aristocrat of old. Over the next year, you will see more naked women, through the internet, than all of your ancestors combined.
We are at a watershed moment in humanity. For generations our forefathers toiled and suffered in order to build a better world for their children. They fought and died to ensure that one day we would live safe and free from plagues, starvation, cold and war- and here we are. We are at the end of their ambitions. Is this it though?
Did they sacrifice so much that we could live in this hellish world of pleasure without pain? Where at a moments notice we can have sex with the hottest woman imaginable, and spend our days going on adventures without risk? We can live a million lives without living our own, and we can speak to a billion people without anyone knowing who we are. Even now, this message will be another faceless voice in the ocean of content that you will consume from the instant pleasure box in your lap.
If our ancestors really fought for the world we live in today, why does it feel so empty? If I can speak to anyone, why does no one know who I am? I have had sex with the most attractive of women, and yet I cannot find a wife. I have accomplished so many great things without achieving anything of note. We live in an impersonal world of pleasure where we can accomplish anything except something of value.
100 years ago, men fought and died in trenches so we could continue to progress our world to a utopia that isn't hollow. They fought for christian civilization, and for a world free of death and hunger. They didn't fight for this, and you shouldn't be so complacent to let this be the end of history. It will be painful, but you have to reject the simple pleasures of the internet and go out and accomplish real things of value. You don't have to worry about dying of starvation or disease, so don't let your life be hampered to your bedroom and office. Pleasure is meaningless without pain, and if you don't go out and fail then you will never taste the real sweetness of success.
Change has to come from within. No one is going to hold your hand and force you to workout or not give into your vices. As members of Chadright, you've already come a lot further than many of your peers, but we still have a long way to come. You have to reject the instant pleasures of the internet, and give up those meaningless vices of sugar and pornography in order to build a better self.
Go out and build a community. Go out and find people who will care if you struggle with your ambitions and failures. Go out and drive others forwards so they reject the emptiness of modernderity. Many people will despise you if you tell them that their way of life is meaningless, but for every 100 who hear, maybe 1 will think, and agree, and maybe, in time, change himself.
We stand on the backs of giants. One hundred years ago, our forefathers fought and bled to build a better tomorrow. They expect nothing less from you.