I can deal with that; look forward to it, actually. Its what comes between now and then that worries me. That, and that I will be too old to actively participate when it does happen.
I was born during WWII on a tiny farm in South Carolina. I grew up poor enough to have some idea what it was like “pre-1900”. My old body won’t stand up to that very long but the pathetic part is that most of our really young people would give up before I would, they have no clue what is involved. You cannot tell people what it is like to get up in the morning, feed the pigs, milk the cow etc. before you got to school and come home in the afternoon and cut firewood until time to milk the cow and do the feeding again. You can’t tell them what it is like to spend your summer walking behind a plow in high humidity and ninety five degree temperatures with heat spells sometimes of well over a hundred degrees. You can’t tell then about picking fifty pound watermelons and hauling them in that heat. You can’t tell them about coming home from school to pick cotton in sweltering heat with caterpillars hiding on the cotton leaves that have stinging needles all over them, they feel like being stung by a hive of bees at once. You can’t tell them about pulling your end of a five and a half foot saw cutting oak trees when you are still in grade school to keep your family warmed in the winter, you can’t tell them about swinging an axe for hours at a time when you are still a preteen.
Such things must be experienced to be understood.
“Pre-1900 I don’t really want, I want what 2010 could have been if people and governments had not gone insane.