What Will Happen if War Comes?

What Will Happen if War Comes?

Sitting by the window, I watch the clouds in the sky, heavy and dark. It's hard to shake the knot of fear in my stomach. If there is a war, what will become of us? Will any of us survive, or will this world we know be lost forever? It chills me to the bone. People say Donald Trump will start the next war. Please god no save us. The world seems set out to cause wars.

Every day, the news brings talks of conflicts building, leaders threatening one another. It all feels so far away, like a storm brewing on the horizon that you can’t quite reach. Yet, the worry seeps into my daily life, like a shadow that won’t leave me alone. I can't help but wonder what it would be like if everything changed overnight. Would I wake up one day to sirens wailing, to the reality of chaos shattering our sense of safety?

If war comes, it wouldn’t just mean buildings crumbling; it would change lives forever. Families could be torn apart, dreams gone in an instant. I think of the laughter that fills schoolyards—what would happen if that was replaced by silence, the kind that wraps around you like an unsettling fog? Would we even recognize ourselves in the aftermath?

The streets could transform into places of danger, where fear replaces safety. What would happen if resources ran low? Would neighbors come together, or would fear drive us apart? I picture people rushing for food and safety, trust crumbling under pressure. Would we turn on each other, or would we unite against a common threat? It’s hard to envision how a community would react when everything hangs in the balance.

If we make it through, I worry whether life would resemble what it once was. I think of simple things—gathering with friends for coffee, feeling the sun on my face while walking in a park. Could those moments become memories of a time long gone? Would we lose the ability to dream, to hope for anything resembling normalcy? That thought feels like a weight I can’t lift.

As a mother, my biggest fear is for my children. Would they even survive in a world like that? Would their innocence be stolen in the chaos? Would they learn to fight for food instead of chasing dreams? In a world ravaged by conflict, would education still matter, or would survival take priority over learning?

It makes me think we might come out of it all changed, hardened by what we’ve endured. What would that mean for our relationships? Would the love we share withstand the tests of war, or would it unravel in the process? In the midst of all the noise and chaos, would we forget how to love and to trust?

And here’s the haunting thought that sends chills down my spine: would there even be an Earth left after all that? Could we all perish? Would the essence of humanity slip away, leaving nothing but echoes of a life once lived? It frightens me to think that after the dust settles, we might find only silence—no people, no stories, no laughter. Would it all disappear into nothing, blown away by the winds of violence?

As I sit here, grappling with these thoughts, a deep sadness engulfs me. The uncertainty is stifling. The questions pile up like stones; what if we fought just to survive? What if we lost everything that mattered? There’s no promise of safety and no guarantee that life would return to anything even close to “normal” afterward.

As dark clouds gather outside, I understand there’s no easy answer to these fears. The future feels like a blank page, waiting for choices to shape it. All I can do is hope that we choose understanding over conflict, that we can find common ground and stand together when things get tough.

Will we make it through if war comes? And if we do, what will we become? These questions linger, reminders of just how fragile life really is. Maybe the only certainty in these uncertain times is the need for peace—a relentless fight for understanding and a hope for a world we want to preserve for ourselves and for those who come after us. That’s if there is a after us. Fear grips my heart ❤️