It all starts this year: 2016 has officially become the starting point of a 15 years-long program conceived by the United Nations, under the name of the “Sustainable Development Goals”, also known as the Global Goals. The thinking process has been finalized in September 2015: every member of the U.N. will be involved, according to national sovereignty. The agenda is composed of 17 points, addressing such issues as gender equality, hunger, poverty, education and sustainability of human communities, as well as contrasting climate change. The U.N. program is supposed to produced its results by 2030.
15 years to completely turn around the grim course of events that seems to guide our entire world. Never before, in the contemporary age, has the world seemed so divided, so much on the verge. We can feel it, crawling on our skin: the feeling of the end of times, as other might have felt it during the 70s, as nuclear annihilation was lived through every day, and not as science fiction. Statistics show us than since the turn of the millennium, 2016 is the year that has seen the highest number of terror attacks victims. Climate change has never been so apparent. Societies are torn apart along lines of social class, ethnicity and religion. Nuclear weapons are still tested around the world: their name has a vintage flavour to it, but still it makes us shiver.
And yet, these 17 Global Goals have been agreed upon by every member of the United Nations. What I find astonishing, is the almost inexistent news coverage of such an historic act. Never before has been signed, or conceived, such an universal act. Really, an utopia: a world free of hunger, free of fear, just fifteen years from now. As difficult as it may seem, and as distant as it may sound, it is a soothing thing to see a sense of history reborn, in contrast to the strict individualism of the 80s and 90s. The Global Goals have been written with a sense of history, a sense of what will come next after we have gone, even if it is only 15 years from now. But children will be born, and the years will pass, and the slightest possibility that they will live in a utopia instead of a dystopia in something to cling on.