I have a love/hate relationship with this world.
I love the incredible diversity and beauty of its life. It is an amazing phenomenon not only that we exist on this planet, but that we have evolved to the point where I can write about our existence. I love seeing evidence of our inclination to help one another in time of need.
But of course there is a flip side. I loath the capitalistic aspect of our society. Its difficult to escape advertisements all competing for money. I hate that there ways our government is knowingly harming us. I hate that there are greedy egomaniacs all over.
I cannot shake the idea that there must be an alternative. I don't want to be a slave to green paper. I don't want a job where I convince people to buy things that are bad for themselves or the earth. It seems so counter-productive to spend most of your days working to pay for a house you only have time to eat and sleep in and a car just so you can get to your job. I'm sure I'll end up at a commune one day, growing my own food and having only a bicycle.
It's so easy to take for granted our existence. But it also seems like so much pressure just to survive. It can be difficult to stay grounded to daily mundane things when the picture is so much bigger. You are only one person on one planet in this universe. While you read this, your organs and cells and enzymes are working to make that happen, though I don't quite know the details. How many times have these thoughts been thought before?
