The world is full of human rights abuses. How can I live without somehow pushing that whole train off the track?
Humans are caging, torturing, enslaving other living people.
I go out for a walk, to share my heart with the trees. There’s so much that’s painful, so much to change. Here it is sitting on my chest.
I hug your bark, your trunk to mine. You are so much bigger than me, thank god.
I want the world to be so much bigger than all the harm we’re doing. I want it to outlast.
To be more rooted, to be stronger. Than we are.
Or I want us to stop. I would pick that first — for us to stop doing all this.
What can I do?
I do some work.
I make some websites.
I eat a lot of chocolate.
I totally despair, and I rally and remember. I get pulled into powerful places and powerful talks and into making change with people. I get inspired by people who are doing. I pore over their websites and videos. I try to learn and see what I can do. I think I’m still evolving. It’s still weighing on my chest that my freedom to grow and self-nourish is rare. —That there are a lot of people who can’t go for a walk to see the trees and reflect there.
Every time I work on a meaningful project for social change, I could cry.
(Actually I have definitely teared up on Zooms.)
I wish we all had the power to change everything.
I’m sure we would.
I think we have to find a way there.
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