The Case for Possibility
why trying to predict the end of the world won’t save it
I’ve never found much comfort in optimism.
Optimism is a kind of performance. A way of pretending that if we stay upbeat enough, the universe will take the hint.
To me, possibility feels more true. Because the only thing we know for sure is that we don’t know how this ends. There are many possibilities.
There’s something almost devotional about our obsession with prediction.
We chart timelines of collapse, calculate the odds of survival, trade graphs like prayer beads.
As if seeing disaster coming would somehow protect us from it.
It’s a comforting illusion.
If we can just know, we can prepare.
And if we can prepare, maybe we can stay in control.
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But the idea that we can forecast the collapse of society and then plan our way through it, like packing a bag before a hurricane that never stops, is absurd.
Prediction has its place. It’s useful when the world behaves predictably. Like when you’re budgeting, creating your five-year plan, planting a garden, or deciding what route to take home.
But in times of deep ecological, political and civilizational uncertainty, prediction stops being helpful and starts being a form of self-soothing.
It keeps us busy when we’re afraid. It gives us the illusion of doing something. But it also keeps us frozen.
Because if you’re waiting for the forecast to clear before you move, you’ll never move at all.
The truth is, no one knows what happens next.
No model, no expert, no dataset can account for the wildness of a living world.
Collapse and regeneration are happening all at the same time, everywhere. Systems fail and new ones form beneath them. Species die off and others adapt. Communities fall apart and others build again from the rubble.
Possibility isn’t really an attitude. It’s just what’s left when certainty falls apart.
Prediction pretends to protect us. It gives shape to the unknown, builds a map over the fog, makes us feel like we’re ready. But we’re not. We never were.
The future doesn’t move in straight lines we can anticipate. It folds, detours, forgets its own script. By the time we think we’ve seen what’s coming, it’s already become something else.
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Optimism depends on prediction. It needs a storyline where things eventually turn out okay.
Pessimism is the same, in the other direction. It needs a storyline where things eventually turn out badly.
Possibility just tells the truth:
We don’t know.
And maybe that’s the most honest thing we can say about the future.
Not that it will get better or worse,
only that there are infinite possibilities for how it could turn out.
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