My news and social feed is filled with the ramblings and prognostications of older environmental warriors who superficially seem to walk the walk and talk the talk but pose the question in my admittedly often quizzical mind whether they believe wholeheartedly in the truths they espouse or are honest in their motivations for the seeming endless desire for discussion, meetings and enquiries, research and answers.
Pain and misfortune are in my experience inclined to motivate the most pronounced and ardently believers to recant unless their beliefs are clear and indisputable in mind and heart. Too often these impassioned eco-anarchists are found to be not only the font of all wisdom but the recipients of the often-accompanying rewards, societal, physical and financial such attractive manifestos are inclined to create.
At age twenty something I recall having a host of ideas to improve the planet, decrease urban chaos, renew the stridency of natural flora and fauna. I am certain I spent a great deal of time in cafes and bars discussing such notions with likeminded individuals, criticizing my antecedents for their seeming ignorance or blind inactivity, preparing a well-considered and politically positive program to bring our planet back to its rightful condition for myself, my friends, the population presently living and those destined to manifest in the future. Of course such plans were as much pie in the sky as were my wishes for universal suffrage, a end to conflict, acceptance of basic rights for all under the law and more importantly in hearts and minds.
Naturally in the morning when the high of caffeine or the buzz and slightly skewed influence of alcohol had dissipated, the reality of providing such plainly needed necessities for the continued upward growth of genus homo sapiens appeared rather uncomfortably back on the front cortex of the brain.
My personal belief has settled to a rather insipid kind of semi-activism, that I do what I can when I can, that a melee is far more desirable and winnable than a battle, that standing still is not defeat, that showing patience is in no way a retreat.
Baby steps are now and always have been the way forward, small changes to levels that will cumulatively produce huge shifts in inclination, but never with a motivation for personal gain financially, in influence or dominion. Such advantage would change the well-meaning and honest activist to nothing more than another politician tying their coat tails to the very ideal they purport to consider above all else.