We Could Be Among the Stars — But We’re Still Killing Each Other Over Land!

I don’t watch the news anymore. It's mostly noise - full of shouting, bias, and propaganda. You rarely get truth, just angles. Instead, I watch live streams. Real-time footage. I’ve seen buildings crumble, people scream, lives lost - not through headlines, but through the raw lens of someone’s phone camera as missiles fall from the sky.

And every time, I ask myself the same question:

Why are we still doing this?

Why, in 2025, are we still spilling blood over a piece of land, a line on a map, a flag, a grudge? How are we still this broken?

It honestly crushes me. Innocent people are dying - kids, parents, families who never wanted to be part of any war. People whose only “crime” was being born in the wrong place at the wrong time. They're not soldiers. They're humans.

It feels like brains are lacking. With all the intelligence we claim to have, why haven’t we evolved past this? We have artificial intelligence, quantum computers, the ability to look billions of lightyears into space - but we still can’t look each other in the eye and find peace.

It’s not that hard to imagine a better way. We could be exploring the stars together. Building cities on the Moon. Solving global poverty. Curing diseases. Fighting for a future where everyone has a place, not fighting to erase each other from the map.

But instead, we waste our potential on death and destruction. Billions spent on bombs instead of books. Rockets aimed at each other instead of the stars.

It’s not naive to want peace. It’s not weak to care. It’s not foolish to cry when you see a child pulled from rubble.

It’s human.

And I wish more of us would remember that.

Maybe if more people stopped listening to leaders with grudges and started watching what’s actually happening - unfiltered, uncensored - we’d stop being so numb.

Because we’re not just killing each other. We’re killing the future we could have had together.

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