“Today is the first day of the rest of your life.”
On a particularly quiet morning, this sentence popped into my head. I can’t remember where I read this from. I don’t know why it came up. At first, it seemed to be one of those stupid sayings that people like to throw in my face when I’m depressed.
But it hovered and stuck in my mind. I let it stay, stew, and I realized.
It’s a useful sentence after all.
Of course, it may not do anything for you if you’re depressed. Hell, it may even be nightmarish. If you’re depressed, the rest of your life seems to stretch on and on, a dark road leading to nowhere — a harrowing thought. …
I stood by the sink, glancing into the backyard through the window above it. Dandelion wishes danced in the wind, so light and fluffy — perfectly designed to keep its kind going.
In the corner of the yard, a squirrel popped out of the foliage, dark fruit in its mouth. Its body and poofy tail forming a perfect wave each time it hopped.
Some time ago, I read a book about a universe in which animals were all monstrous-looking and hostile. If science didn’t work the way it did on earth, animals could’ve all looked like monsters. …
When we think about microplastic pollution, we often think about the ocean. After all, we usually truck our plastic trash off for recycling or the landfill. That should keep it there, right?
Sadly, recent research studies have found that microplastic pollution is a growing concern in farm soil.
Thanks to these scientists, we’re now aware that microplastic can enter plants and impede the growth of plants. This means that animals that eat plants consume the plastic in these plants too.