The real secret of patience is to find something to do in the meantime.
Have been blessed by the Gods up high in the sky with a home as fertile and tranquil as our beautiful blue earth.
For many many many a millennia, our ancestors have never lived in fear that this world of ours will one day shed a tear because she fears she might not make it into the near future.
Yet how dear things appear to be now, the state of our current circumstance is as dire as a fighter losing his stance in an all important championship bout with an opponent ready to break his hip.
The rains have now developed an attitude so shy that they now try to stray as far away from us as possible, in aim to drown us in drought.
The once courageous clouds now cry whenever they have to fight smoke particles in the sky in contention for the right to rule the skies.
The sun is hotter than she is supposed to be, because she is so pissed at us for f**king up her husband – the earth.
Our oceans are rising up against this injustice of dumping waste into their depths, which makes me pray that i’m not here when things do get violent.
Whilst sitting behind my stool in the library trying not to appear a fool, i have sometimes wondered what it is has led to the overall drastic decline in the beauty and habitability of our home.
When was it that we decided to stop caring for our natural environment?
In the industrial revolution that so brought about our evolution on a technological scale, yet so endorsed the pollution of the air that we breathe, the water we drink and the soil we deeply sleep in when we rest at our time of death?
I can’t help but think how paradoxically detrimental it is that we kill our own environment in our efforts of living longer lives.
I am not a bystander in this for many a time have i smoked a joint by the lake, just to take my thoughts of the conundrum we find ourselves in.
Will we manage to reduce and reverse the adverse effects of all our commercial activities or will i – just like the Earth right now – shed a tear because i will not be here if our beautiful blue earth is not here?