What Has Happened to Humanity?
Sometimes I just sit and wonder… what the hell happened to us?
We were once tribal, weren’t we? Rooted in the land, in each other. We lived by firelight and instinct. We shared food, stories, and silence. We knew how to sit with things, pain, joy, and mystery. Now? Most people can’t sit still for five minutes without reaching for a screen. We’ve forgotten how to just be.
We’ve traded something ancient and real for something shiny and hollow.
We’ve been programmed, and I don’t use that word lightly. Programmed to believe our worth is measured in numbers: followers, steps, bank balances. Programmed to fear stillness, to chase distraction. Programmed to doubt ourselves so we’ll keep looking out there for the answers.
We call it modern life, but if you strip back the polish, it starts to look more like survival with a smile.
We’ve disconnected from the land. From nature. From each other. But the worst part is the disconnection from within, from our own inner knowing. That part of us that knows when something’s off, that feels when something is wrong in the world, that remembers a different way of being.
But we’re taught to silence that voice. Taught its woo-woo. Irrational. Weak. And so, we stuff it down and keep going, productive, distracted, and disconnected.
Meanwhile, our bodies are carrying trauma. Our children are anxious. Our elders are forgotten. People are starving, not just for food, but for some kind of meaning. For gentleness. For belonging. For something real.
And we wonder why we’re all burnt out and breaking down?
It’s not just personal. It’s systemic. This society, this culture of rush and reward, doesn’t care if we’re well. It cares if we’re useful. If we’re compliant. If we stay quiet and keep on performing.
But deep down, something in us remembers.
Even if we’ve never lived it, there’s this ache, this homesickness for a kind of wholeness we can’t quite name. Something in us still knows how to tend a fire. How to honor our grief. How to live in rhythm with the seasons, not against them. How to be still. How to be enough.
So yeah. I ask myself: what happened to humanity?
But more and more, I’m asking: what could happen if we found our way back?
Back to truth. Back to connection. Back to the sacred, not as a religion, but as a way of being. A way of remembering that we are part of this earth, not owners of it. That we belong to each other. That we’re not machines. We’re messy, magical, mortal beings trying to find our way.
And I think we can find our way. Not all at once. Not by fixing it all. But by feeling again. By slowing down. By choosing presence over performance, meaning over metrics, soul over system.
That’s the revolution I’m interested in.
Quiet. Unapologetic. From the inside out.
Mae 🧡
UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 
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