It took the coronavirus pandemic for me to recognise how pessimistic I, and many of my friends, had become
Today, cynicism is treated as a rite of passage.
At some point, every kid with an interest in politics and social justice is encouraged to temper their passion in favour of a more “pragmatic” outlook on the world. We repeat truisms to each other. Trump will be re-elected. We’re going to hit the two-degree threshold for climate catastrophe. We are going to hell in a handbasket.
Like many of my peers, I don’t expect to have children; the world could be uninhabitable by the time they grew up