Will They Ask Where We Went Wrong?

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The Roman Empire, at its height, was the unchallenged master of the known Western world. Its roads stretched thousands of miles, connecting provinces from Britannia to Egypt. Its aqueducts brought clean water to millions. It boasted centralized administration, a complex legal system, public sanitation, coinage, trade routes, and a standing army. And then, over centuries—not days or weeks—it declined. Slowly. Quietly. Sometimes invisibly. The citizens of Rome did not wake up one morning and declare the empire fallen. Most didn’t even realize it was happening. And by the time they did, they were no longer Romans in the way their ancestors once were.

At its peak in the 2nd century CE, Rome was a city of over a million people, a metropolis of marble, fountains, and libraries. By the year 800 CE, its population had fallen to somewhere between 20,000 and 30,000. Great structures became quarries: the Colosseum was stripped for stone and iron clamps to build homes, palaces, and even churches. The Roman Forum, once a hive of political life, was slowly buried and became known as the "Campo Vaccino"—the cow field. Civilization didn’t disappear—it just forgot what it once was.

We, the citizens of the 21st-century West, often speak with reverence about the fall of Rome, sometimes with smug detachment, sometimes with apocalyptic flair.

But even Rome's glory held within it the seeds of decay. The philosopher-emperor Marcus Aurelius, admired for his stoicism, humility, and sense of duty, was followed by his son Commodus—a ruler infamous for vanity, cruelty, and incompetence. This transition, from one of Rome's greatest to one of its worst, wasn’t just a dynastic accident—it was a warning. There’s an old idea that “good times produce weak men,” and while simplistic, there’s a grain of truth. The stability and prosperity built by the Five Good Emperors ended not in triumph, but in apathy, extravagance, and moral drift. Commodus didn't destroy the empire alone—but he began a decline in seriousness that others continued. And like now, at first, the world didn’t seem to change. Not right away. But we rarely ask a more uncomfortable question: What if someone a hundred years from now asks the same about us?

The Height of Our Empire

We live in an age that would have looked divine to Marcus Aurelius. We can speak instantly across oceans. We can buy fruits from Peru in December in Stockholm. We send machines to Mars. We digitize thought. Our average citizen lives longer, eats better, and has access to more information than the emperors of old. We fly. We manipulate DNA. We turn light into computation.

The Western world—its technology, ideas, and economic systems—has shaped a truly global civilization. Globalization has made it possible for a company in Germany to depend on a microchip fabricated in Taiwan, for a t-shirt in Ohio to be stitched in Bangladesh, for medical breakthroughs in Boston to be deployed in Nairobi. We have built a networked world that in many ways dwarfs the connectivity of Rome.

But like Rome, we are not immortal.

The Cracks

Today, the cracks are small, but growing:

The Medieval Mirror

What we now call the "Middle Ages" were not experienced by their inhabitants as the fall of something glorious. For many, life went on. People farmed, married, prayed. But roads fell into disrepair. Trade routes disappeared. Aqueducts stopped flowing. Cities shrank. Literacy collapsed. Local strongmen replaced imperial law. The change was slow and diffuse, but unmistakable in hindsight.

And when scholars like Petrarch or Erasmus rediscovered Cicero and Virgil, they asked: What happened to us? How could we forget all this?

What if a century from now, a teacher reads about satellites, antibiotics, and democratic ideals to a classroom where none of those are accessible anymore—not because of apocalypse, but because the threads that held it together quietly frayed?

A Future That Just Sucks a Bit More

This is not about nuclear war, or AI turning evil, or a sudden collapse of civilization. This is about a future where things simply decline:

People adapt. They survive. They even find joy. In places like Hungary and Slovakia, people still laugh, go hiking, drink wine, fall in love. Cafés are full. Highways busy. Yet beneath the surface, there is a slow trade occurring: short-term economic gain in exchange for long-term freedom. A contract here, a public subsidy there—each signed not just with ink, but with shrinking civic courage.

In the United States, similar symptoms appear. If a second Trump administration deepens polarization and distrust, if the rule of law becomes more performative than real, if truth becomes purely tribal, the institutions may still stand, but hollowed out. The republic becomes an empire of gestures, not principles. Everything still functions—poorly. Life goes on. It just feels... smaller.

Puppet Emperors and Invisible Wars

In late Rome, emperors were often chosen, controlled, or replaced by powerful military generals—figures like Ricimer, who ruled through puppets. Today, we see external autocracies propping up sympathetic leaders, financing disinformation, and using division as a weapon. The warfare isn’t always tanks—it’s alliances, elections, media influence. In Ukraine, it’s visible. Elsewhere, it’s in the algorithms, the messaging apps, the funding trails.

As in the late empire, the lines between internal decline and external pressure blur. You don’t need to burn the temple if the people forget why it mattered.

It’s Not Inevitable

The purpose of this essay is not despair. It is awareness. The Romans didn’t know what they were losing. The medieval scholars who mourned their past could only guess at the reasons.

We don’t have to guess.

As Cicero once warned, ”In the face of imminent destruction, no one should abandon the common cause.” Civic virtue, to him, was not abstract—it was action. The republic was only ever as strong as its citizens were willing to rise for it. The call is timeless: do your part. Not tomorrow—today.

We have access to history, data, foresight, and communication tools that those before us could only dream of. But only if we care to look. Only if we resist the temptation to assume that decline is someone else’s problem, or that it must come with fire and ash to be real.

There is still time to turn the wheel. To honor the institutions—not because they are perfect, but because they are ours to protect. To defend freedom—not as an abstraction, but as a way of thinking. To step forward, even when inconvenient, even when unrecognized. We do not need mythical heroes—we need people willing to stand up like Cincinnatus did, not for glory, but because it was their turn. As Albert Camus once wrote: “The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.”

Maybe the question isn’t whether we are Rome. Maybe the question is whether we can be better.

So that when future scholars look back at our time, they don’t ask, "Where did they go wrong?" but say,

"They almost lost it. But somehow, they turned the wheel."

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