Standing under a store canopy in some unnamed street on some unrecalled time,heeding nothing but my quiet plea for the rain to stop. Deafening and unheeding, the splatter of a million raindrops drown all that I cared to wish for at that particular moment. Feeling wet and in need of a warm cup of anything really, I ventured on, hoping against all hope that in the next few blocks or so the rain will ebb down. And die down it did. The wind did nothing else but continually dampen a already soaked spirit with its frigid bite. And yet I continue on this time with a little sprite in my gait knowing that somewhere, a warm cup of coffee or a hot bowl of soup awaits.
Out here in the tropics monsoon rains with occasional storms are pretty much the norm, especially in this time of the year. Flash floods and landslides are hitting the news as much as anything else they care to post in and it gets worse and worse when typhoons hit. I often wonder even in the face of such calamities, why every year it gets worse and worse. Of course I know the answer to that, being fully aware of how the Earth's climates have changed drastically since the last Ice Age, and that we are fully to blame for our dependence on fossil fuels not even taking into consideration the long term effect of sustained release into the atmosphere. But setting all that aside, let's ponder if you will for a minute, what possibilities lay if continue on this savage cycle we are in. Can we assume that the colorful nature scene you may be using as your wallpaper in that computer you are reading this in may be just that- a scenic memento of our past?
What surprises me is that most people, if not all, that I talked to regarding this matter really are concerned about global warming and are open to suggestion on what changes need to be made and how to implement them on a day to day basis. What surprises me even further is that they would make their comment in passing and then jump into their big block v8 truck. What I am driving at here is that most people feel helpless and feeble when it comes to making a noticeable difference in the grander scheme of things. So they lie in wait of a bigger player to do a more drastic form of measurable difference and hope all works out for the better. In my opinion there are two biggest mistakes we tend to commit in our life one of which is we FAIL TO RECOGNIZE ( and nurture) OUR POTENTIAL; the other biggest mistake in my book is we simply STOP CARING. We need to change all that in order for us to feel important enough to make a difference. We CAN make a difference.
Continuing on that barren stretch of street making short but sure progress to some unknown comfort, I saw my reflection on a small puddle of water. Tired and weary I stop to stare at the man staring back at me. Somehow he looks familiar but at the same time a stranger to me in these strange times. One thing I knew was sure as the wind tugged me out of my brief daze once again, the storm awaits and I am still a long long way to where I need to be, now and in my life.
