Can the World be Saved?

Ok so we’re jumping straight into a pretty heavy topic here, I’m sure it won’t always be this deep on my blog, but this is something I was talking about in counselling today and it’s something I’d like to share.

I have a very strong moral compass, I am very compassionate and everything I feel I feel so intensely. All I want to do is save the world. It’s not good enough for me to simply make it a better place by doing my part, like recycling and letting old people get on the bus first. I want to do more. This world, our society is undoubtedly heading fast towards self-destruction. And I want to change that. There was a time when I wanted the human race to die out, to give the planet a chance to heal and to survive. We really are a cancer upon this earth. However, most of the time, I am a lot more hopeful than that. I have to be. Hope is the one thing that keeps me going. I hope we can change, I hope we can repair the damage we have done and I hope I can make a difference.

I am going to save the world. Or I am going to die trying.

But as I discussed this with my counsellor today, I began to wonder, can the world be saved? Even if every single person on the planet became good and honest, considerate and hardworking. If we all dedicated ourselves to undoing all the countless years of damage we have done, would it work? I think religion causes a lot of problems, a lot of hate. I think veganism is the kindest, healthiest and most sustainable lifestyle. These are big topics that will have their owns posts at some point, but if everyone denounced religion and their omnivorous ways, would it be enough? Have we gone too far?

Unfortunately, I fear the answer is yes. We have gone too far to turn back. But does that mean we shouldn’t try? If we have destroyed all hope of bringing the world back to what it was, does this mean we should continue to head full throttle into oblivion? Or should we at least try to prolong the inevitable? To spend however long we have left on this planet, fully appreciating it- and each other?

I truly despair for the world today. It breaks my heart to see such suffering, to see such evil. From the politicians on the tv to the children starving in the streets, it feels as though everywhere I turn there is corruption, poverty, pain, greed, vanity, materialism, consumerism, all these horrible words and ‘isms’. I know there is light on this earth, I know there are good people. But the darkness we have created is so powerful and so consuming, I can barely see the light anymore.

I know that I alone will never be able to save the world. But by singing my song loud and clear, others will hear me and together we can work towards a better world. Give to charity, not just your money but your compassion, your heart and soul, work and work hard, CARE! Give a damn because this is our world and it is what we make of it. For too long we have allowed others to abuse it, to wreak havoc on this beautiful, bountiful earth which is now only a mere shadow of the glorious eden it once was. I can’t sit by and let this go on any longer. I’m standing up for what I believe in and I’m going to spend my life trying to bring this world back from the brink of death. And I know there’s others that will do the same.

We need to speak up for the earth, she’s been screaming at us for a long time but nobody seems to be listening. Well, I’m listening. Are you?

-Quiet Waters

The First One

This is the third or fourth blog I have started over the last few years. I’ve never been good at keeping up with my projects. And to date, I have never finished a project either.

The introduction post is always the worst. I suppose I’ll start with a little bit about myself. I’m in my early twenties and I am about to complete my final year at university, where I have spent almost three years pursuing a very demanding and difficult degree, that I do not give a single shit about. I went to university to get out of my hometown, I saw it as a launch-pad into the real world. In a way, it’s done what I expected of it. I am independent, I have had experiences I never would have had if I’d stayed at home, I’ve met wonderful people, I’ve met awful people. And I’ve learned a lot about myself, although I still feel as though I’m barely scratching the surface.

I am a creative. I love to read and to write, to make things with my hands, express myself through art, literature and music. But I am lazy. I find my motivation is always fleeting, and when it arrives, it arrives at the worst of times. I’ll have writers block for 6 months, then a fantastic idea will keep me awake all night before an exam or a 12 hour shift. Come morning, or the day after when I have time to write, the idea is dead.

I am obsessed with identity. More specifically, who am I? I want to know myself, but I have not finished becoming myself. I am always changing, and this is difficult for someone so taken with the idea of defining characteristics that can tell you who a person is. Names, heritage, fears, passions. I love exploring all of these elements that make up a person.

I’m also very interested in philosophy, I like to wonder.

I’m not sure where this blog is going really. I’m going to post about my experiences, how I feel, what I learn. I think it will be good for me to talk about some of the thousands of thoughts tearing through my head. It feels like there is a hurricane in my skull. Let’s get some of it out.
– Quiet Waters