Meth: a Ticking Timebomb Gone Viral

A Prepper Newbie

2025 isn't shaping up to be a good year. I'm not going to blame anyone specifically for making me think that way. There is too much happening for that. But for the first time in my life, I've begun to prepare for the worst.

There isn't much that any of us poor people (95% of the eight billion people who inhabit this planet) can do to change the direction/path we are all on. I know it sounds nihilistic/pessimistic, but in my opinion, things have become dire, and I cannot help but think we are on the brink of something catastrophic.

There is always hope. But hope alone will not save the human race. There will, if things tip over the edge, be survivors...and perhaps that is the plan. A reset for a species that couldn't (or wouldn't) see where it was headed. There was a song back in the 90s called, Deep Forest (by Deep Forest). The intro is a man's voice, that says, "Deep in the forest are living some little men and women. They are our past, and maybe...maybe they are our future." Prophetic words given the situation we all now face.

I wonder (if things go bad) if the bottles of water, the extra gas bottles and a room full of dried and canned foods will be enough to sustain Nada and me. Probably not. I, unlike those who will decide if nuclear annihilation is better than losing a war, or the billionaires who have private bunkers in the hope that they and their families will live on, won't stand a chance. But still, having some hope is better than having none. And planning for a few months of extra days might be worth the effort.

I truly hope I am wrong about the future of humanity. That those in power can avert a war, that will be the last fought with weapons of mass destruction...not to mention climate change.

Anyway...enough gloom and doom for one post. I'm happy, and even if today turns out to be my last day, I am glad I lived the life I did. Regrets there are plenty, but I don't plan on adding any more to the tally until I am done.