AND THE RAIN

Life on 5th
Nov 1 · 1 min read

It’s raining again today.

Ansel is 4 and at breakfast he tells me that this year, for Halloween, he wants to be the weather. That kid has a cooler Halloween costume idea than all my housemates combined.

Kids are the future…but damn what a future.

A moment of time following the moment of speaking or writing”.
That future I can grasp. I am going to take a walk, probably get some food later and read a bit before going to bed and back to work tomorrow.

But what about that future’s future?

How much time do Ansel and his friends have before it starts all going to shit for real? It’s a scary thought having kids now a days. I don’t feel like I could cope with the responsibility.

Seeing how we behave today as we are supposed to be well educated, smart, emotionally functioning adults of the developed western world, the lucky ones. It makes me sad sometimes, upset often, frustrated always.

We not only have everything we need, absolutely everything, we also have the ability to get everything we want. And, on top of that, we have all the knowledge, the tools, the capacity to change things. To make a difference.

And still…someone put cardboard boxes in the plastic bin. I am losing hope.

And that’s not good. Not good for me, not good for the little kid who wants to dress as the weather.

But how to make people feel empowered when I feel so powerless?

Life on 5th

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Sunstainably Unstable. I write so I don’t break. Powered by people often, peanut Butter always.

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