We were driving and I got sad, the kind that overstays its welcome in my mind, because we’re destroying our Mother.
It hits me in everyday things, when I see cars driving, when I see the smoke exploding from factories or Amazon packages at my neighbours doorstep, at my doorstep. I’m sad when I see weak looking trees in the city far from the humming old growth forests, when I hear the silent rivers who used to roar. I’m sad because it feels like we’ve turned off our minds and are sleepwalking through life carrying materialistic values. Because I hear of oil and gas workers protesting for pipelines to go through lands that aren’t even ours, pipelines who will destroy her life giving force in her ocean roots. It’s not because they don’t care, they need to put food on the table at the end of the month, too. I’m sad because this stems from our ancestors creating an unsustainable way of life that we’re now slaves to. We’re all addicts to this lifestyle of convenience.
I’m sad because nobody seems willing to make the true sacrifices it will take to protect her, not even myself, and I don’t know what to do to truly save our Mother who has given us everything.