Nostalgia. We never seem to grasp the depth of life or events until they’re gone.
When a moment drifts away from our present and immerses itself into our past, it morphs into the most wonderful of times ever.
Nostalgia is tender, everything is richer. To make it perfect, we often rearrange things until they are even more beautiful. Our mind recreates the tiniest joy into something momentous and huge.
Why can’t life now be what it was then?
We were younger, smarter, stronger, and life was filled with endless dreams. Dreams that were going to make our life bigger, grander than it is. We get all misty-eyed remembering those past times —they were rose-colored with hints of shimmering gold.
Blemishes? Scratches? Imperfections? Few, if any. Not in that past time.
Nostalgia. Take me back. That’s where I want to live.
Even the seasons were the way they were supposed to be. The air was good, unpolluted; spring meant flowers, everything would always come back to life; And what about those lazy summers at the beach, and when fall finally came with its mass of colorful leaves, it was followed by an awesome winter wonderland.
Wasn’t our world innocent then, filled with dense, oxygen-producing forests? A different planet, covered with vast swathes of green earth, unpolluted oceans with plentiful life that swam through the seas
Animals? Wild creatures? They were all there.
So unblemished. Gazillions of everything – elephants, lions, and tigers, rhinos, and plenty more. They all roamed the earth. There were so many of them that we thought nothing of shooting them, trapping them, wearing them around our bodies, hanging their dead heads on our walls. There were plenty more where they came from. Maybe it wasn’t right, but for those who liked to do that, it was a good thing not to be evolved.
And it’s true that looking back can make anything seem okay. But that was then, and this is now.
All of that is gone.
Looking out my window, at our world today without those rose colored glasses, I can’t help it, I have to ask: What kind of civilization murders and destroys what they don’t need just because they can? And the painful answer. We do. Human beings do.
Our life on Spaceship Earth, in the vast universe (we are on a rock hanging in space), continues to take us on a linear orbit and that tender, nostalgic past is never coming back.
This is the present. That’s where we are. All of us.
And those among us who continue to slaughter animals in order to take their tusks for ivory trinkets, for erectile problems, you need to really understand: In this world today, incredible beings are almost gone. The rain forests are disappearing and with them, future medicines and endless cures for human suffering, and along with their disappearance, there is the lost habitats for wildlife.
Wildlife is dying.
Humans can no longer indiscriminately mine, frack, drill, burn. Today, the air, the oceans, the forests on our planet are polluted, and climate change, with its impending disaster, is real.
Look out the window at the world today. Look at your land. Your home in space. Our world is drying up and filled with the emptiness of drought. Along with the glaciers melting and disappearing, the oceans are becoming lifeless receptacles for trash.
Our planet is dying. Mother Earth is dying.
Wake up fellow Earth travelers. Forget the past. We’re not there anymore.
Be here now.
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