Maybe it's the weather that's finally gotten to me. But I went to bed last night with a lump in my throat, and it hasn't gone away yet, and it's 2 pm the next day. I'm glad the baby fell out. I am allowing myself to say that.
I read the latest on the climate yesterday. It's bad. It's a minute to midnight, folks. I'm so filled with self-loathing for being a human right now. Yes, there are many fantastic things about being human, about life itself...but we're spoiling all of it. We're letting this magical place we all call home literally slip away from beneath us.
Some believe that it's "not that bad". Some believe that it's "far worse" than we think. I believe, that it will take a revolution to save our home. On many levels. The way we eat, the way we live, the way we work, the way we think. It's all got to change. Plus, we need a technological revolution to let us even get that far. If the northern cap melts (which it is doing at this very moment, not to mention the other one (two actually)), we're toast. Toast. No matter what COP15 brings of good or bad binding contracts between countries and the planet they reside on, if that ice cap melts, we have officially reached the point of no return. So we have to stop it from melting. Must. Stop.
Crazy as it sounds, climate changes makes me a better mother. I'm making their time here worthwhile. It's all you can really do, isn't it?
And honestly - are we worth saving? Sitting here on my computer, belly filled, warm and dry, I am just one of the 6% of the planet's population that have it this good. Are we paltry few worth saving? Since it is clearly our own asses we want to save and not everybody elses. Those innocent folk who's backs the rich countries have been riding on for centuries.
Can you tell I'm a bit disgusted right now? I may need a g&t in the immediate future.