I Want to Change the World
I belong to a group of kids who are obsessively working towards solving the various environmental and social issues that our parents have brought into this world today. We have been raised to become a group of extremist consumers, our power has been diluted to the desires of others, and we have learned to accept it politely and without much opposition. Others have a more radical approach and have become extremist conservers, competing to preserve and actively work towards awareness of big picture, broad minded thinking.
If one looks outside the window as they are traveling through the North East corridor heading into NYC, the journey takes passengers through a lovely painted picture. The grass is tall, the water plenty and connections are provided which signifying human presence and passage. The railroad tracks cut through the landscape, dissecting time and reality, fragmenting then and now. Then; factories, industries, warehouses, and large businesses operating to profit and benefit people all over America and beyond. Now; a post-industrial landscape, declining, decaying, and certainly forgotten. What was then a sign of prosperity and success has painted itself into a vast cemetery for what was promised to be a progressive future. Most eyes of people on that train are not fixated on the invisible history depicted by the motif as that same sun, shining brilliantly with warmth, shines through the window and is now creating an awful glare on the newest ipad. This has become our present, and it is progressive all right.
In a world where focus and interest is found in places that provide wealth and success is measured in terms of money, those with other intentions find themselves lost in reality. How is it that so many people have fully functional eyes yet are incapable of confronting that which stares them straight in the face? Perhaps it’s ignorance and fear of the unknown; of consequences? We all like to talk a lot; about what we hear, about what we see, and about what we know when what we need to do is listen. We need to learn how to listen with our eyes.
Today is February 1, 2012, the middle of winter, without a trace of snow on the ground and the temperature reaching 60 degrees.
I am not a miracle worker, I am only one person; I am human. But I believe that I am not alone in this mentality or mission. I want to change the world.
