waste
When I was young there was no waste. Recycling and repurposing was unheard of ...but was practised by all.
When I grew up and things were easier I watched as the waste generation evolved. Mea culpa...I joined in with gusto! I felt it was such a luxury to not be poor and not to have to make do and mend (it meant poverty to my mind) I loved changing things just because I felt like a new look and shopping became a hobby, and I consumed with the best of them and kept up with the Jones'. I was delighted my children didn't know what want was.
But it all went too far and I was one of the first to listen to and believe the predictions of climate change etc. and I began to feel differently about things.
I found myself looking for a simpler way to live. The difference, this time, is of course - that this time it's my choice. I don't think for one minute that my pathetic efforts will make any difference to this world because I believe it is too late and too much damage has been done already. Yet I can't NOT do it.
I also think that people who don't know how to, or just wont, live in harmony with the world will have to learn...and it wont be their choice..they will have no choice.
Sorry to sound so pessimistic but I am pessimistic about this.
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