Those 18 years Meg and I lived on the run, you think they haven’t change us? Oh, they have. The experience — what we saw — very much have. The scary things you hear about our adverse effects on our planet, we witness them first hand. This is why Meg and I refuse to consume, why we don’t eat animal flesh and partly why we don’t reproduce. Once you saw what humans do to the environment, you can’t unsee it! And it is horrifying too, emotionally. The stuff we saw locals in third world do, to their own environment and aimals, is hideous. Yet, we are told we have to feel sorry for them, feed them and want more of them. More of everybody.
People have become so disconnected from their own home — life on the planet they live on — that they don’t care. They live in four walls with large TV screens that make them ignorant and stupid and convince them to consume more. You step onto the street, the same there. Adds, shops, everything is screaming at you you have to BUY stuff! I am surprised they haven’t yet outlawed consumer disobedience — refusing to buy blithely. But they do tell us to shop, so that economy keeps growing. Right! Economy. I don’t give a damn about YOUR economy. I don’t need it. I don’t need anything you give me and I need everything you don’t give me — human support, looking each other in the eye, being together, seeing, experiencing my home – trees, fields, flowers, animals. And not hurting them. I want my home back! And I want my home to stop being destroyed!
In every documentary about the state we brought Earth to there is always a hopeful ending, saying something like it will all change if we become better. There is truth in that, things would change if we became responsible and conscientious and started caring but people won’t. All but one documentary I’ve seen said the truth, that
We are Fucked.
Finally Meg and I heard spoken out loud what we’ve been witnessing all along, that there is no hope for our planet and life on it, because people simply will not change their behavior.
What now? How does it change the course of my and Meg’s life? And what does it mean for everybody else on this planet? We have finite number of years to live before people, everyone collectively, will destroy our mutual home. Children? Don’t make me laugh. Along with the fact that the more we reproduce the faster we consume the planet, having children for brighter future is futile. There won’t be a brighter future for your children, because there won’t be a biosphere to live in.
I don’t know how one can go on, knowing that your house is burning. I can’t. But I am forced to be a part of the world where every one else does and couldn’t care less. I am wondering what it is, if anything, I have in common with most people any more. If they have the absolute contempt for our mutual home, my home, I despise them and the last thing I want is more of them.