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A red, now black?, pilled woman, on y.t. I occasionally view, said "How I realized society was not going to get better".  I haven't viewed that vid, or yet.  Thinking about if I will.

Of course, unless these are truly the end of days?  She is wrong.  Though, some interpretations of prophecy strongly suggest even an earthly golden age, under the King's rule, for some... longish time.  If, even without that, there is heaven for at least the elect.

Still, for the young, impatient, lost?  That will always seem so, or even be the truth of things.  Or for some time.

The promised golden age was always just on the cusp of reality, while I was growing up.  No hunger, no unmet needs, no wants?  So it was being suggested.  For much of my life there was this quiet hope, belief, that life, for everybody, was just about to be perfected. Hell, even aging would be cured. 

How terrible to finally realize... that was the golden age.  All the graft, fraud, criminality, lawyering, fake justice, greed, and lust that was everywhere and in everything was... the poison that fed the masses with promises of better,more, faster, easier.

On the good side?  Somewhere in there, I found that the truth of those things, even if they could be realized?  Weren't what I wanted, needed.  No amount of gold, women, wine, danger, or else, could sate my want for more.  It was a trap.

No.  To find pleasure in a simple life.  To eat for health and nutrition, not taste or satisfaction.  To seek a woman to enjoy as a partner, as much as that is possible.  To find tools, crafts, and ideas which were true, humble, real?  That is were it is at.  Of the earthly.  Which is only a small part of the whole, though to.

So, in one sense, I realized what she is indicating.  But that was always true for the worldly.  For the elect?  Here, or there?  Then, or now?  It... really is all good.  Even as I live in sometimes excruciating pain, if sometimes profound simple peace and joy?  It is really all good.

I thank God for this new way every day.  As with Him?  The pains, barbs, hatred, are as nothing.  Even being murdered would be a gift.  So too a hand, help, friendship, even being an enemy merely strengthens me... even should it end me.

Be patient, little one, is what I would tell her.  Though, she is hitting thirty, unmarried, without children.  Time, for her, is... not the same as for me.  I do pray she finds, is found, becomes... who she see herself as she should be.