It starts like a low hum.
A news report. A tweet. A distant explosion.
Someone says, “Things are getting worse.”
No one argues.
Across the map, conflicts erupt like sparks on dry grass:
- Ukraine bleeds under the shadow of Russian missiles, while NATO watches with clenched fists.
- In the Middle East, flames rise—Israel, Iran, Hamas, Hezbollah… everyone pulling triggers and testing limits.
- China eyes Taiwan like a predator sizing up its prey, while the U.S. shifts aircraft carriers and sanctions like chess pieces.
- India and China growl at each other across frozen borders, while North Korea fires rockets to remind the world it's still unhinged.
Meanwhile, the wars we don’t see are equally brutal:
- Trade wars suffocate economies—U.S. vs. China, India vs. China, sanctions against Russia and Iran—everyone is taxing, blocking, and punishing.
- Prices climb. Groceries shrink. Rent balloons. The middle and lower class are crushed beneath invisible boots.
The world is a matchbox. And everyone’s holding lighters.
And in all of this, there’s you, me, and millions like us.
Ordinary people.
Some are numb.
Some are afraid.
Some laugh nervously, scrolling endless doom on their phones.
Some cry, privately, over gas bills or medicine they can’t afford.
PTSD isn’t just for soldiers now. It’s for mothers fearing the next food hike.
For fathers working two jobs to stay afloat.
For students wondering if degrees matter in a burning world.
We don't need a bomb to know something's gone off.
The first domino may have already fallen.
And everyone’s just hoping the next one doesn’t hit home.
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