Our Planet Isn’t Actually Dying
I simply cannot read what umair haque writes anymore these days. Especially in the evenings.
Don’t get me wrong, he’s a highly intelligent writer, and he puts real facts into his work. I’ve followed his work for years now. He’s not wrong — on facts.
But his work gives me vivid nightmares. In the long run, I don’t want to see the world his words paint into being.
I’m choosing a new angle for my own approach. And it starts with the realization that the planet is not, in fact, dying. What’s dying is our old way of being on the planet.
No more do we get to do what we want, where we want, and how we want. It’s time to grow up and face the music. To find a way toward healthier interdependence.
And it’s going to be a hell of a ride!
If Doom is What You Expect?
Doom is what you will always get.
It freaks me the hell out to read such powerful words telling me to be afraid of what we both know is looming.
To be clear, I’m NOT here to put a positive spin on the situation. I AM here to say this story is bigger than either good or bad. It’s the ALL story. For all of us.
And I personally believe that our current collective story is a kind of puzzle. One we can solve if we can pull our heads out of our collective butts quickly enough.
Yes, Humans Might Be Dying
Humans might be at the root of the 6th mass extinction. Or at least we’re a bit part of driving its speed.
But saying that the planet is dying is the worst kind of human hubris there is. It’s myopic and self-important. And it’s not correct, IMHO.
Worst of all, it scares me so badly that I forget to do what I came to this planet to do.
That is, to live and love freely, taking solace in the sensory nature of corporeality, with an open embrace of my own inevitable end.