Sometimes there are crossroads of which a decision needs to be made.
If high on a mountain looking out over the countryside below, one might pine for the ocean’s salt air. One day we decide to set out to find for which we yearn, only to reach a major crossroads. We find the road forks into many paths, two might lead to the left and one might bear to the right, around something blocking the way.
Decisions on how to go forward persist, where the act of deciding cause one to stop, rest and sit down before the crossroads.
For a long 40 years we sat there, unable to decide on any of the paths. Each one appeared to be scary. Roads we were sure led in a direction we might not want to go.
It might seem a throw back to the 70’s but was it not then writers were predicting we reached a crossroads of environmental, population and economic catastrophe? The roads were paved with unlimited pollution and resource shortage. Remember gas rationing and long lines at the gas stations? The push to drive smaller, more gas efficient cars? Many may not, as we bury our heads in the sand and fail to look back.
Here we are 40 years later, and it seems that we still await the crisis, all 7.3 billion of us. I am wondering how much is the same and how much is different? Way more people. In 1970 there were half as many people, 3,706,618,163.
With no regulations on natural resources, there is no reason to use them responsibly. At least by irresponsible people. There certainly is no responsibility on unbridled population growth either. Are we at the end of_______or beginning of________? Fill in the blanks. It all depends if one has hope.
Are the snails not representative here of people in the world? Yes, we enjoy beauty but we also consume it for our own needs and growing population. Just as a few snails become many to eat a garden to sticks, people are doing the same thing in a sense, but without the natural predators keeping them in check.
It seems we need a new focus, one that creates happiness not by accumulation and consumption, but by actually consuming less. Actually being less.
Forty years, moving slow in areas where we needed to act quickly. Maybe one day like our snail, all our worldly belongings will be carried on our backs too.
So what road do we take, or is it going to chosen for us?