Without one another what would we be? There would be no we and in such a case, there would be only one if any at all - which to me personally seems much too lonely for comfort. Why not treat our environment with the same love and respect that it is made of? How can one man make a decision that he is somehow above another when he is comprised of identical organic material; sharing an equivalent sapient and sentient individuality. A volatile individuality that justifies as much as it condemns humanities arrogance, an arrogance compelling us believe that when we throw garbage out of a window it simply disappears from our lives. The truth is all the opposite. The pollution growing exponentially, physically, mentally, and emotionally - draining our communities adding tinder to an already chaotic hellfire reducing our hearts, forests and cities to cinder.
"I've died a thousand deaths, each time reinventing myself brighter, stronger, and purer than before. From the midst of destruction, I became the creator of myself. From the midst of darkness, I became my own source of light...We are all artists, painting our lives upon the canvas of reality. Mix the colours your own way and apply emotion liberally. Don't be afraid to let your brushstrokes show, and above all else, make sure your art has soul."
Cristen Rodgers
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