What is it about crisp air and fallen leaves that stirs my soul? The naked trees swaying in the rough wind of the night bespeak some kind of awareness that I cannot describe. Change, with all its discomforts, is still something I thoroughly enjoy.
I have felt a bit odd of late. Having traveled to Ontario recently to attend a conference on Sustainable Campuses, I was both moved and disturbed by the re-realization of exactly what we're up against. There seems to be something in most people that causes them to fear change and to hold onto whatever they can for as long as they can. There is comfort in tradition and familiarity, but a balance must be made with change. Not change for the sake of change, but change for the sake of improvement. What use is all our knowledge if we fail to look at practical application of it? What does it take to clear people's minds of all the worries of their daily lives to take stock of an even greater concern?
I see a change, it is slow, but I've seen it in my thus far short life. It makes me happy, and I want to celebrate this movement of sorts, of minds, towards a different but relatively intact world for generations to come.
As long as people believe the lie that they don't matter and that they can't change anything by changing themselves, there will be fewer to put strength behind those who are already making the changes. Humans are a part of nature, yet are different, and can make change happen more quickly, for better or worse.
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