I will weep on my deathbed if by that time we are not a multi-planetary civilization.
I will weep on my deathbed if all cancers don’t have a cure by then.
I will weep on my deathbed if every child all across the globe doesn’t have access to knowledge and information.
I will weep on my deathbed if AI hasn’t done enough economic overhaul to have universal basic income.
I will weep on my deathbed if we haven’t climbed to being a Kardashev Type-1 civilization.
I will weep on my deathbed if we don’t have a moonbase and a mars colony.
I will weep on my deathbed if a utopian techno state hasn’t been established.
We must strive, we must be optimistic, we must aim for the next frontier and viciously go after it, what else is the object of life other than sheer excellence and conquest?
We must attack these frontiers of AI, medicine, space technology with vicious joy, ambition and an unrelenting work ethic.
Only then we can bring forth a utopia.
So, accelerate, dream, achieve, go after it, and one day, one moment, you will find yourself in a better world.
One that the generations after us will live and thrive in.
Sometimes I feel a very weird nostalgic feeling about the future that I will miss: intergalactic travel, long lifespans, maybe a type-2 civilization, landing everywhere in the known solar system, no poverty, ubi, and a world where machines and humans are working hand in hand solving the biggest problems out there.
But why?
Why did we ever have to invent a wheel, why did we go to space, why did we build the pyramids, why did we make the computer, why do we make sub-nanonmeter chips, why do we do anything?
I am sure there are mechanical reasons to it, we have to travel, so the wheel, we wanted to do calculations faster, so the computer, etc etc.
But I am more than sure that the bigger reason is: “Because we can”.
Invention in isolation is still novel.
WE CAN. WE MUST. WE WILL.