Expectations destroy our peace of mind. They are future disappointments, planned out in advance.
My Brother went to college To become a doctor And if he studies hard enough He'll end up just like papa, who hates his life.
I fully expected that, by the end of the century, we would have achieved substantially more than we actually did.
And what if in the future we're at war again, or we still haven't elected a non-white or non-male president, or the Rolling Stones are still dragging their tired old butts on stage? That would depress me way too much.
It is easy to become the dupe of a deferred purpose, of the promise the future can never keep.
All in all, I don't think robots and greater automation can bring about a utopian world as I imagined it would as a kid 50 years ago.
Where art thou, beloved To-morrow? When young and old, and strong and weak, Rich and poor, through joy and sorrow, Thy sweet smiles we ever seek,-- In thy place--ah! well-a-day! We find the thing we fled--To-day!
The adolescents of my generation, greedy for life, forgot in body and soul about their hopes for the future until reality taught them that tomorrow was not what they had dreamed, and they discovered nostalgia.
