Most of humanities, our species history was a struggle was against the climate, simply trying to survive the elements, to carve our societies, to tame this this world and make it ours. Yet now the greatest challenge of our time, will be the struggle to save the very same climate that killed our ancestors. Tragically ironic isn’t it?
For many its a new year, a chance to reflect upon the past to start anew afresh. Not for me so much, just another sunrise amid many seen and hopefully many to be seen. The desire to reflect and to change should not to be tied to when a number changes every 365 days , rather that impetus for that should be daily. What good have I done today? What wrong have I done today and improve upon for tomorrow? To ask oneself those questions does not take a year, but a mere moment or day. Even the sun that gives life to this earth arises new everyday and yet man feels to do the same much less frequently. How is it that man has forgotten that his life maybe measured in years, but is truly lived and experienced in moments, hours and days?
Even something so simple as a seed, shrouded in darkness of the dirt it is planted in, finds it way to the sun, So how can man expect to not find what he seeks in this life, even when he faces the constant darkness of his own fear and doubt?