These days it's not a nightmare or full bladder that wakes me up at midnight but the wheezing, whimpering, tossing and turning of my three year old kid in the bed as she tries to get some sleep. The human lungs have not evolved enough to filter the levels of dust and poison in the air that we have generated to fuel our cancerous growth as a species.
I can hear the struggle for breath in my child once every month almost for a full week all night long as she gets tired of breathing and sleeps. I fear what effect this enduring physical trauma during the sleep will have on shaping her psychology. Medicines don't help because they can't cure allergies. The anti allergens have more side effects than benefits.
Early on some winter mornings one can see the air bleed as a thick orange brownish smog envelops your vision like cataract. I wonder what my choices are. Is it to submit to the destiny of slow poison laced life where every year of existence is taxed with some time taken off for our apathy and callousness as we defiled the earth with construction, industry and vehicles.
Or should I escape this place, job, education to some secluded place where the effects of pollution and it's dread in the society won't be apparent in my lifetime.
One can't help but feel the pain that attachment breeds. Maybe this is all just part of a grand plan to make men reflect on themselves in the mirror of our dysfunctional relationship to other people and nature. To see what a messy junkyard have we made of our beautiful planet and our lives by allowing ourselves to be insensitive and unconscious, focusing all our energies on things that don't really matter as our time on this earth comes to an end.
We have cursed our progeny to a dreadful and unsustainable conditioning of the idea of growth and success. And unless mankind unconditions itself humanity is doomed. The planet will certainly heal itself notwithstanding us, hope man does too.
I can hear the struggle for breath in my child once every month almost for a full week all night long as she gets tired of breathing and sleeps. I fear what effect this enduring physical trauma during the sleep will have on shaping her psychology. Medicines don't help because they can't cure allergies. The anti allergens have more side effects than benefits.
Early on some winter mornings one can see the air bleed as a thick orange brownish smog envelops your vision like cataract. I wonder what my choices are. Is it to submit to the destiny of slow poison laced life where every year of existence is taxed with some time taken off for our apathy and callousness as we defiled the earth with construction, industry and vehicles.
Or should I escape this place, job, education to some secluded place where the effects of pollution and it's dread in the society won't be apparent in my lifetime.
One can't help but feel the pain that attachment breeds. Maybe this is all just part of a grand plan to make men reflect on themselves in the mirror of our dysfunctional relationship to other people and nature. To see what a messy junkyard have we made of our beautiful planet and our lives by allowing ourselves to be insensitive and unconscious, focusing all our energies on things that don't really matter as our time on this earth comes to an end.
We have cursed our progeny to a dreadful and unsustainable conditioning of the idea of growth and success. And unless mankind unconditions itself humanity is doomed. The planet will certainly heal itself notwithstanding us, hope man does too.
