The fruits were drying in the sun, the leaves were protecting the soil, and the tree trunk and branches were preparing to sprout and unfurl new leaves. The tree was disintegrating to integrate and was “becoming to become”: as nature intended. And we, what are we becoming to become?
Choice begins with a simple question, about the kind of person we wish to be in that moment. SOA’s recent release of short films show the journey of two children, and make us pause and reflect on the moment when they made a choice. The choices naturally lead to a series of consequences that mould their life, however, what stood out for me was that regardless of the mould they created, the choice to remould was still theirs to make.
Roads are built, motorbikes are sold, cars are aspired for, gasoline is needed, greenhouse gases are emitted, waste is created, solutions are needed, investments are made, manufacturing is ramped up, perishable resources are extracted, more greenhouse gases are emitted—wow, that’s a circular economy!
In the seemingly repetitive flow of monotony is a continuous unfolding, Life is happening to us while we are busy making other plans (paraphrased from Beautiful Boy, by John Lennon).
'Perfect as is', is a story about a gender-neutral mango that receives much attention till it grows ripe. Realising then that its personal image of a beautiful self was only perception, built on the way the world saw it, till it no longer did.
Natural wisdom may topple self-serving economic ideologies, while benefiting the wider collective. Would a simple act of good sense then become a seditious act of anti-government sentiment?
What is the true cost of our purchases? Aren't we paying with contentment, free will, and the privilege to exist as natural beings. Created by nature, converted by thoughtless consumption. Let's restore our agency.
When I look out the window and I see bright city lights, my heart hurts for under these very lights is the shadow of ignorance. Let's pledge to change one thing in our personal consumption cycle and walk out of the shadow into a starlit night.
Love, again is love from another perspective.
Three short verses, three verbs, one wish of wellbeing for all. The calendar year will change soon. 2020 will be gone, 2021 will be beginning. Can we begin anew, too? I have shared the verses or versions of on the instagram page of the environmental collaborative that a friend and I are trying to build: @wecareco.lab