My heart hurts because I can see our world is going in the wrong direction. And I feel helpless.

There is so much potential, so much intrinsic value to all life. We have the same organs, the same cells, we are all made of stardust composed of hydrogen and helium, so why does the color of our skin create such barriers. Culture is a means of expression, community, joint liability, and humanity, how can we deny the right to these human outlets? How can one culture be right yet another wrong? How can a government driven by radical religion that has stemmed from deeply rooted fear deem it right to save an unborn life when jeopardizing another that already breaths and walks this earth? When did we start putting more trust in wielding weapons than we do our own neighbors?

I do not know the answers to my questions. What I know is that we are overpopulated, we are beyond our carrying capacity, and we are unable to support our own species.

Today I take a step back from the distractions, the materials, the smokey mirror. How can we call something natural capital that simply is? How have we gotten here? When did we stop serving the biosphere? When did we begin to think that it serves us? Borders have been created, land has been divided, and lives have been lost in the process. Nature has no borders, nature has no judgment, nature does not seek to progress, instead it follows cycles. Why do we not move in cycles? Why do humans have the need to progress, to own, or to possess? There was once so much abundance, the earth prevailed through so many phases and epochs to be here to provide for life. Yet somehow we’ve taken something with infinite potential to provide, and we’ve stripped it naked, taking and taking until we’ve reached the core and there is nothing left.

The world will continue to exist without us, and honestly that brings me the most peace of all. I know no matter how ignorant and confused and disconnected humans may have become, I know the earth, the stars, the galaxy and the universe will prevail. Energy will continue to move, for it is never created or destroyed.

So what do I do now? Become more active? Use my voice? Try and preserve all of the natural world that I can? Or do I simply accept this fate and let it be a whisper in the back of my mind, continuing on, to try and see all of the wonders before they’re gone?