A Thought in a While

A friend of mine brought up the idea that human ingenuity and imagination was at its limits and that we were now in and endless spiral of reduce, reuse, recycle. I don't believe him, I don't want to believe him. To think that we are at the end of our imagination scares me. I don't want to see a world where everything that can be said has already been said.

He's a bit of a pessimist, I'm not going to lie. I'm an optimist myself. I like to think of the world in rosie shades of happiness and adventure. I think he sees it in the tepid blues of monotony and futility. 

Maybe he's right and I'm just being naive, but for a while at least I would like to be. I like to think the best of Human-kind is going to come in the future.