A burden of society

What are humans but souls meant to create? Are we not creatures of changing our fate? perhaps was it that I was born too late? In former lives, I felt I was great. The modern era, filled with dopamine floods. Quick, Fast, hurried, and rushed. rarely does one stop to look around. does one have time, when we must survive? Nostalgia fills me with sorrow, with dreams of VHS and Channel 3 games. Gone is the era of the last bastion of hope. Back when I thought the future was bright. Three decades filled with dull, dim fear. News constant with omens of the end. If the adults knew the issues back then, why was the solution not focused? Born too late to change the fate of humans. Born too early to travel the stars and cosmos. Born just in time to live existential dread. Born to be a burden of society.