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Everybody’s got a birthday.

This is not about me. What I’m feeling today has everything to do with us.

This past year has been something. As a father, as a worker, as a futurist, as a political science major. Not talking about good or bad, exactly. Super duper dense. Something that asked more of our nervous systems than any single year probably ever. Feels like it anyway. The wars, the markets, the fading truth and trust, the political theater. Then real and not theater. The old technologies that promised connection and delivered compulsion are now being summoned for their harm just as new ones dwarf all capacities, still no rails for worse harm like replacing classes of humans. Fight-or-flight even to prepare youth, not to mention food on the table, all jacked up by this political industrial complex rolling out over our lives.

I bet you’ve felt it too — that the world is moving faster than our ability to make barely enough meaning of it.

Our brains are not built for this year. This year was not built for our brains.

We are wired for pattern recognition, for the comfort of predictability, for the slow accumulation of trust between people who share geography and time.

What we have got instead, quite suddenly, is volatility as a permanent condition. Paradigm shifts — plural, simultaneous, stacking. An energy crisis worse than the 1970s. A war that started two days after peace talks showed progress. Corporations that built business models off harm while we weren’t paying attention. A government that stopped pretending to serve anyone but a very small room of very wealthy people.

Underneath all of it, the cortisol. The low-grade hum of fight-or-flight that doesn’t resolve because the threat never fully materializes into something you can face and defeat. It just continues. Mutates. It shows up in our politics, our media, it’s why we scroll – looking for something that will make it make sense.

I’ve been writing about this stuff for a while now — the intersections: the toxins in our bodies and the toxins in our systems. The business models that were supposed to serve communities and instead extracted from them. The leaders who wrapped predatory behavior in the language of faith, security, and prosperity. And the communities — the actual communities, the ones made of neighbors and trust and shared meals and sacred mountains — that keep surviving.

This point of friction is where I’ll spend the rest of my professional life. Following community trust. Horizontal system change. Anti fragile investments in places and people and nature.

Here’s what I believe going into this next year.

Volatility is not the natural state of human civilization. Domination is not the natural order. The systems that are being stripped of their guardrails right now were built — imperfectly, slowly, by people who paid real costs — to protect the majority from the minority that always wants to blow it up.

What’s being dismantled is not old and obsolete. It’s the accumulated wisdom of generations who learned what happens when you don’t have it.

And what replaces it — what has always replaced it — is community. Horizontal. Collaborative. Unglamorous. People deciding that the neighbor matters. That the work matters. That the future is not a product to be sold but a commons to be tended.

This is not revolutionary. It’s a return. To our core values. To how we got here and to what works.

Ineffectual leadership disinter-mediated. It’s Direct to each other. Community as a service.

Happy birthday to all of us. We made it through another one.

Let’s make the next one count.

PS: The Permission Era Is Over.

Nobody’s coming to save this.

This is a threat. It’s also the most liberating opportunity in centuries to strengthen our basic infrastructure.

The system that was supposed to protect the majority has been turned into a business model for a minority. This didn’t happen last January. It was planned in conference rooms years ago. Set up decades prior. Quietly. Patiently. While we were distracted by you name it. The collusion that looks new today was pre cooked. These guardrails were targeted. The empathy was already being dismantled — systematically, not accidentally — because empathy is the one thing that makes people organize horizontally instead of waiting vertically for permission.

The permission era is over.

Here’s what I want for my birthday. Not for me. For all of us.

I want to see the bottom of the pyramid put down what it’s doing and look sideways. Not up. Sideways. At the neighbor. At the community that already knows how to feed itself, organize itself, protect itself — gather and remember it makes change too.

I want to see what happens when communities stop waiting for the system to validate their existence and start building what they actually need. The communities that prevail over the commodities. The neighbors that outlast the policies built to divide them. The horizontal always defeats the vertical eventually — because the vertical requires constant energy to maintain its own weight, and the horizontal just requires people who give a damn about each other.

That’s not utopia. That’s how we are wired, when we’re not being systematically rewired for cortisol and competition and loneliness.

Our fight or flight system has been weaponized. We are forgetting power of us. The anger is being harvested. Save it. Unified people are ungovernable and ungovernable people cannot be extracted from.

My hope is for a Return not a revolution.

A return to the thing that was always there before they told us we weren’t enough.

Put down the phone and go see your neighbor. Show up for something that doesn’t pay or takes you out of your realm of understanding. Open your heart. What do we love. What do we need.

Refuse to accept that volatility is normal and isolation is inevitable and the people at the top know better than the people who build this.

We should expect greatness and ensure it’s declared. There’s a playbook that’s always been true. It just got buried under a lot of noise.

The world is still here. So are you.