What is it they say?
Time waits for no man.
And that’s how I feel about the unfolding climate change and loss of biodiversity calamity.
They don’t call it the age of the Anthropocene for nothing.
But then again, the immediacy and purview of the task seems so, err, overwhelming — in a mind-altering sense. I mean, it’s hard to get your head around an increase of 1.5 degrees Celsius. Sure, the winters are a bit wetter and the summers more mixed, unstable than before but we adapt, right? We get on with it. And even if we did decide to act, and act NOW, what possible difference can one person make when China et al. are continuing to burn fossil fuels with such abandon? I was going to swear at that point but I’d only get myself in trouble!
Then again, perhaps I’ve got this all wrong. We can mobilise, we can change our comfort-seeking habits and we can lead with love for mother earth and not treat her as something to own or worse still, as our dumping ground for all our shit. (Please don’t get me started over the latest skirmish between the United Kingdom government and the EU over fishing rights. Since when did we own the sea lest still have some inalienable right to trade away one species after another all in the hope of getting what? Jeez.)
Let’s look at our environmental/sustainability footprint.
Let’s look at the companies we work for and ask: are they really doing enough?
Let’s look at the flow of capital and ask ourselves where it’s coming from and where it going.
But, perhaps most of all, let’s open our hearts to a more beautiful world and not one riven by consumerism, stuff and being all we can be.
Then again, who am I to say or tell you anything?
No one. In fact, there’s a big part of me that wants to shut the f_ up over all this earth-altering stuff.
What is it they say?