This isn’t the world I want to live in.

Thank you for this thread . My soul aches for the future of this world , my adult kids and my granchildren. Each day the media , tv radio tell us of more killings and horrors . Each day I say out loud " now what ". I'm fearful in so many ways . I live alone , rarely see my family as they have busy lifes and I don't matter now because I'm no longer needed and haven't been for years . I pray for the world and a future for the young ones . The world frightens me .

Each generation faces its own pressures and dangers.

I have happy adult children and a very happy 10 year old grandchild.

Each of us has to take a positive outlook and deal with things as they arise.

My motto is hope for the best, but expect the worse.

Oh come on, I don’t feel this our parents lived through a world war my grand parents through two world wars
I ve lived through many personal problems
My children all have jobs careers and homes
My grandchildren all have had good educations 4 have been to Uni and 3 chose not to but have good careers They are all happy visiting the world, buying houses and cars running marathons and enjoying life All are hard working and getting far more opportunities than I had
The worlds is in a pickle but it’s been in one before many times

There are still far more nice people than nasty I can’t share this despondency snd misery
I smile or say hello ro everyone I meet and 9 times out of 10 they smile back
I ll never give up

I mourn the world I lived in as a child and a young adult, but I saw that world through different eyes. Generations past have also lived with war and the fear of war, with hunger and deprivation. We are exposed daily to the reality of what is going on throughout the world if we read newspapers, listen to the news, watch documentaries. I do all those things but I find pleasure and solace in living in my own small world. I keep up with what is going on outside that small world but I refuse to worry about things over which I have no control beyond putting a cross on a piece of paper in a polling station. I live my life in the moment as tomorrow is guaranteed to nobody, and I am content. I am sorry for those who are distressed by world events and who decide that this is not a world into which to bring a baby.

I don’t fear for my child’s or grandchildren’s futures either, something over which I have no power beyond that cross. I do, however, trust in God and my prayer list also seems to grow daily. I can do no more.

I was born at the beginning of the Second World War. My mother, pregnant with me, fainted when she heard on the radio that war was declared. I doubt that the fears we may have for our grandchildren are any worse than the fears she had then. Maybe things will turn out better than we think.

It was only when my first baby was born that I became interested in politics because I wanted the world to be a place fit for her to grow up in. Nearly half a century later and, for the first time since then, I feel helpless and fear so much for their future and the future for my grandchildren.

I totally agree the future does seem rather bleak for our families. I was watching a programme on PBS about the 1930s seeing footage of people in lines in shops. People seem to have a different mindset now with little tolerance. Thinking of the arrival of covid and how people reacted. Watching fights in the local supermarket aisles was a worry at the time.
How people have changed in attitude and behaviour. Although it is not surprising when government leaders just can't seem to get their act together. Making the general public feel insecure and cynical especially about the future.

I have to hold close to my heart the thought that the things values and hopes I hold dear haven't disappeared. I try to tell myself that there has always been an undercurrent of wicked people/evil/the threat of war and that this has come and passed.

Perhaps what we are seeing now is a boil coming to a head and people will realise that populism,hatred, greed and voting for those who shout loudest isn't the way forward.

We're seeing how Trump's behaviour is bringing together other countries and uniting their leaders. Perhaps we need the boil to burst and then we can move forward with better intent and more intelligent leadership.

My dad was born on the day the second world war was declared. I can only imagine what was going through my grandparents minds that day. Despite their fears he has lived a good, happy, long, productive life full of family, friends and public service. There is always hope and reason to be positive.

You aren't the only one.
I met a new mum on the bus last week and she said that she deeply regrets having a baby .
My new neighbours have decided against having children.

Sometimes I look back on the way that I used to feel - I was so happy and optimistic.
I enjoyed my family , my work ,my charity work and my social life .
For me life had balance ,purpose and meaning .
Now it seems to me that there is absolutely nothing to look forward to .
Some of my friends are also suffering from estrangement and ill health .
And now these World wide conflicts - all caused by leaders ,who actuslly have no empathy for other people ..
My grandmother and mother thought that the world would be a peaceful place after two world wars .
It's as if we've learnt nothing .
My prayers get longer and longer .
I go to church regularly - it's my only comfort .

glasshalffullagain

Funnily enough AGAA4, that makes me feel worse. My parents lived through that and came out the other side. They had a chance to progress.

I hear you glasshalffullagain, after the second world war the country enjoyed a period of optimism, with Attlee putting in place a new vision for the UK, ordinary people cared for from the cradle to the grave.
Now there is just so much pessimism, and no hope that world leaders will help the ordinary people again.

Funnily enough AGAA4, that makes me feel worse. My parents lived through that and came out the other side. They had a chance to progress.

I know it feels bleak but I think of my mum going through WW2 never knowing if she would get that letter to say her husband wouldn't be coming home. Having to take my brother to the Andersen shed night after night when the bombs were falling.
Those women at that time kept going and kept smiling so although things seem bad at the moment others have had it much worse and come through.

I feel so depressed when I think of how past generations fought to the death against the rise of fascism and took to the streets protesting/demonstrating so the sex discrimination act and race relations act were passed, as well as legalising homosexuality. So many people fighting to improve the lot of ordinary people.
Then the far right/alt right emerged and now I feel all that fighting was for nothing, and that ACs and GCs are going to have to fight all over again.

I feel so sad. The world of my early years and growing up , long gone. I can't shake it off.

I am very upset for my grandchildren about the State of the world right now.

THEY certainly have a lot of living to do.

My husband came out with some unexpected advice along the lines of don’t believe a word anyone says…..
Also we have just had our two grandchildren over this afternoon and when I worked out how to get off the pretend boat in the garden, I felt very privileged to have spent time with them. So family matters more than anything.

I see what you mean. But I think I’d like at least 4 years more. Although I’ve done my Will, there are a few things that need tidying up. I haven’t divided my ‘chattels’ - I haven’t written that handwritten letter to my children and grandchildren - aouple of things to do yet 🥲

I agree 100%!

I am conflicted about this. I too worry for my grandchildren and the world they will live..
However, I have a lot of living.still to do.

I agree, however every generation has its issues to deal with. I still feel very strongly biased to the way my generation grew up. I’m Gen X, but we have to remember that the new generation does not miss anything because they didn’t live it. This current world is all they know.

Yes, it’s very depressing isn’t it. Fear greatly for my grandchildren. I look at their lovely smiles and my heart breaks for them. I wonder if our grandmothers felt the same?? Is it the fear of the unknown I wonder ?