There is no one answer to what is going to befall earth and all its inhabitants in the future that is foreseeable within our tiny perspective.
We are a plague to this planet. An infestation that will halt all life if left to its own devices. We are not a virus in that we are able to find a new host. This is our only host. There is no Planet B, and, no, Mars is not it either.
We had no idea how lucky we were, And by “We” I mean, life. Life started and it divided and divided, multiplying itself to become all the biodiversity that makes up this planet. We are part of that biodiversity, life split and multiplied and, over time, evolved into all its various facets and manifestations.
There is no Planet B. This is something that I’ve heard before and there is such a plain, blatant truth to it. We are a manifestation of pure chance, pure fucking dumb luck, the fact that life was able to begin at all on this rock in the first place is something so infinitely improbable that we couldn’t even begin to conceive of it ever having even the absolute most remote chance of happening. A flick in a direction, a placement in space, a collection of elements in the correct amounts and consistencies put at a temperature conducive to life is what led us to this existence we so take for granted. Even the tiniest breath different in the formation of earth and the all the balances would be off and it would have just been another desolate, lifeless planet.
Perspective is what keeps us in our own little world, our own little blink in an infinite timescale. A lifetime seems to us eternal, because we are living it. We are not living time, a thing that is truly eternal and that we cannot relate to because it is beyond our comprehension. So when we look to the future, we are really only looking at an infinitesimally small period that is within a bite-size enough frame that we can attempt to imagine. The future is our children, our children’s children. But what about another thousand years? Will humans even exist? Were we even meant to? Was life meant to? Life is a flame that, just as instantly as it sparked to life, can be extinguished. That something so improbable happened at all in the first place is something that we need to nurture for as long as we can while conditions are still suitable for it to persist. There was never any contract, no guarantee, it just happened, I will be eternally grateful but even moreso because I know it could be taken away just as quickly. What scares me is that, through our own complacency and lack of appreciation for what we have, we’ll let it slip through our fingers.
And we are doing just that. We are cutting the cord that sustains us, we are unbalancing the balance.