The pain of witnessing the relentless destruction of our beautiful planet has caused me so much heartache and disbelief, so much exasperation and despair. Many times, it has been easier to look away, to not see it, to hide. I have asked myself:
‘What kind of species are we, to have caused such harm’?
The answer to that question morphed into a sense of numbness and a lack of passion for any kind of activism, seeing it all as pointless, as Rearranging the Deck Chairs, as I wrote in my last piece.