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We don’t need to do this.

Nations are finite. They are constructs, ideas given shape by borders and flags, but they are not eternal. Like all human creations, they have a beginning—and they will have an end.

Yet here we are, clinging to the relics of the past, waving the flags of corpses while the worst among us scavenge what’s left of their decaying flesh.

And none of us are alone in this. Across this fragile, blue miracle of a planet, our neighbors are facing the same struggles. The same lies. The same violence. The same fear.

We don’t need to do this.

Yes, there are those who threaten us with violence, who demand we keep pretending these corpses live and shelter us. But our compliance only feeds their violence. They build nothing. They poison everything.

It doesn’t need to be this way. We don’t need to follow the slurred words of demented leaders who trade lives for profit. We don’t need to bomb children so a CEO can watch a number grow. We don’t need to harm our neighbors because a handful of fanatics insist we are set dressing for their apocalyptic fantasies.

We can end their tiny worlds. We at least don’t need to feed their small fantasies.

These are not useful leaders. These are not helpful systems. There are other games we can play than states and nations.

It doesn’t need to be this way.

We don’t need to be this way.

We don’t need to be afraid of the people who we told to serve us. We don’t need to be attacking our neighbors. We don’t need to pretend we are alone when we want something else.

Remember we are neighbors.

What place on this planet has hands we can’t hold across these webs? What hearts and where are they that aren’t hungry for the same hopes we're thirsty for?

Are we more interesting than this?

Are we capable of more than listening to outdated old voices, telling us that these ugly ideas are all we’re allowed to imagine? Do those who build nothing get to define the boundaries of what we can dream?

I’ve seen us fight harder for less.

I’ve seen the meek protect what “powerful” people could never build.

I’ve seen my neighbors and strangers plant seeds for trees whose shade they’ll never sit beneath.

We are not strangers.

We are neighbors, all of us, burning with the same fire of hope. We are the ones who build, who care, who dream. And we are the ones who can choose to stop feeding dead trees.

So let’s plant more seeds.

Let’s build something better.

Let’s stop pretending we are alone, and start remembering we are together. The world doesn’t need to be this way. And neither do we.

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