A Different World.

Let's face it, the earth isn't in a great position right now. Oil spills, pollution, global warming, extinction of biodiversity. I don't think I have time to list all the horrible things happening around here. And I find myself in the position of being distressed about it. I see everyone too preoccupied in the untangling the webs of their own lives to pay attention to the way the world is slowly burning right under their noses.

You know what; this is not the world we had in mind. It’s becoming absolutely impossible to halt the human ego in its tracks. It’s becoming absolutely impossible to find some on who thinks our world is perishing. It’s a broken world. With jagged shards of the glass we scattered hurting our own survival. And the innocent, unknowing causalities doing their best to stay afloat in the sea of our mistakes. They are not collateral damage in the war of the human destruction. Every day, a little piece of us becomes richer, at the price of the death of a tiny piece of us. Our unwanted surplus is a death curse to millions of beings who just want to exist, who just want to survive, let alone thrive. Our demons are slowly conquering this existence, and greed and ego becomes the only thing that matters.

You know, on a cosmic scale of things, the earth is tiny. But a harsh reminder to every factory that has ever polluted: ITS NOT TINY FOR US. It’s our home and our salvation, but if we continue to treat it this way it has the power to strike back and be our doom as well.

No, this is not the world we had in mind. And I’m sick of waiting for someone else to make it what we wanted it to be. I’m frustrated and tired of people telling me, ‘there’s more to it, see the big picture.’ What’s bigger than the only place we have ever known as a constant?

This earth is the only constant we have, and if we want to condemn ourselves to ruining that just for our shallowness and greed, then I’m sorry, but we’ve gone wrong somewhere.

But we still got time.