Are we missing the point with climate change?
Im currently reading a report on the UN Climate Summit held in Doha, Qatar, safe to say is was yet another wasted climate summet where more emissions were created putting it on than were saved as a result.
Which got me thinking.
Are we perhaps missing a trick here? We spend an awful lot of time using words like ‘emissions’ and ‘cost’, words which politicians have become very skilled at ignoring. Perhaps instead of trying to get first world countries to send cheques to developing countries for their climate disasters, or trying to get countries to cut their emissions, perhaps we should spin this to the positive.
I’d love to see the result of the next UN Climate Summit to read “at least 10% of every countries research budget must be spent on development of sustainable energy, changing climate technology, and Medicare advances for climate stricken countries.” As well as a second clause saying “at least 10% of all national military movements must be in an act of first aid towards damage caused by natural disasters”. The numbers are obviously just placeholders, I’m sure someone much more mathematical could come up with more accurate figures.
I think that with positive figures and much more personal targets we could actually get further than simply writing a cheque to damaged countries…. And hey, it might even create a job or two.
What is the best part of being human?
I have a question, for my non-existent readers: what, do you feel, is the best part of being human?
I’d love to know, leave me a comment or a message!
For me, it is the ability to create.
Anything from art to adventure, our ability to create has without doubt brought us to where we are now in this moment, hurtling through space, overconfidently, on a speck of dust.
But lets not lower our value.
I’m currently in bed after a second long day at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, blown away, once again by our ability to entertain, as well as be entertained. I’ve lost count of the shows I’ve been in, the times I’ve laughed and the times I’ve been awestruck. Its too amazing. Our ability to create.
What do you think the best part of being human is?
Quantifing our lives
A thought came to me just moments before I touched down in Edinburgh this afternoon:
Why do we quantify our lives in years?
What value does that bring to who we are? It would seem, by that standard, that the people with the best lives are those who spend it sitting in a oxygen tank eating the healthiest food and trying not to cut themselves on their soup spoons.
That doesnt sound like a good life to me.
Why don’t we quantify our lives in the countries we’ve visited? Or the friends we’ve made? How about the people we love? Or those who love us? The wine we’ve drank, the sunsets we’ve watched and the rain we’ve danced in, that, to me, is the how I’d like to tell the story of my short lived experience on this fascinating planet. Not just “22 years”.
I was speaking to a friend the other day who lives in Hong Kong, she mentioned this interesting situation which has recently been in the news: in China, there has been several hygiene issues with milk formula for babies, mothers, desperate to feed their children, have started flocking to Hong Kong to purchase higher grade milk formula, the sudden surge caused a shortage in Hong Kong, and as such, the border started regulating how much milk could be taken across the border out of Hong Kong. She told me, in further desperation some women have reported to have flown to Spain to fill up suitcases with milk formula for their children. She said to me, “I can’t figure out what should be done about this, do you have any ideas?”
I looked at her in disbelief.
Am I the only person who finds it shocking that women seem to have forgotten what those bouncy things stuck on your chest are for? Do we really live in a world where the vanity of breasts is so strong that we have not just put form over function, but completely forgotten the function all together?
And yes, I know breast feeding isn’t the smoothest of operations at first, but neither is flying to Spain…
The list of “why” is endless, a quick chat to any medical proffessional will make that clear, so why is it that, in a world plastered in breast filled adverts do we not find it natural to actually use our own breasts?
Have we come to the point where breasts are only an exceptional point of conversation when they are simply on show?
Food for thought… And your child.
Hotels with a twist
Here is a thought, and please tell me if it has been done, or, even better, please tell me if you read this and decide to start one…
I constantly get approached by people on the street, asking for a couple pounds to get themselves into a hotel for the evening, I’m never that keen to provide them with my cash, as they often often come with a strong waft of cigarette or alcohol. I’d rather not fund their slow and expensive suicide. Maybe I’m harsh in this aspect, but I am one to buy two hot chocolates on a cold day, one for me, one for the next person I see who needs one.
This got me thinking though, perhaps we should be able to buy hotel tokens and give them to people, only redeemable at a hotel…. Far too complicated. This brought me to another thought though….
Imagine a hotel which had a handful of rooms which were reserved for a sort of “accommodation for experience” trade-off. A place in a hotel where someone can come, stay, have a shower, a shave, clean themselves up to go to job interviews, and in exchange, they do some cleaning, or wash some windows, maybe help do some labour jobs, you name it, for a couple hours.
Just a thought. I think that would be neat.
I do not believe in destiny. I simply do not believe that there is a higher power guiding us, there is no master plan, or prophecy to be fulfilled. Simply put, things change to better suit the situation which is the now, and life evolves to be more successful in the situations to come.
But this is not just on the grand scale of all organisms. In life, we change and we grow, subject to our setbacks, our challenges and our successes. Look around you, everything you see, from the couch, to your phone to the way you smile and nod or shake your head in response, it is all subject to what happened in the days leading up to this point.
We are all the living culminations of billions of days past.
Then humans started thinking.
It seems funny that we have this aggressive aversion to natural course, we fix ourselves on targets and never deviate. Our lives seem polluted with goals an ambitions, which, of course provide a focus and drive to our lives, however all too often serve as blinders to the ever changing and growing world around us.
Why should we try to move in a straight line though a world of curves, why shouldn’t we evolve with our lives rather than fight to stay on course. What have we missed while we duck and dodge opportunity?
Perhaps when you wake up tomorrow, and the sun rises on the result of billions of days past, perhaps it will be the perfect day to take everything life has to offer.
Why wait any longer?
It is a condescending word.
It suggests that one person is better than another. That the other has nothing, and needs the assistance of the affluent, often with money and money alone. It is the passing of checks and and heartless donations. An act completely detached from care or humanity.
I find that highly condescending. Of all of the experiences I have had working in slums, orphanages, crisis zones, spending time with people affected HIV and Aids, never once have I thought that there is a social order where I am higher up then they are. I have rarely felt that I am giving more than they are giving me in return. The lessons which I have learned from these people who are on the fringes of our unaccepting society cannot be quanitified, only appreciated. The word Charity, does not have room for that level of mutuality.
This is what it is about, this is what care and humanity is, the understanding that we are all equals in this game, and though we don’t all hold the same pieces of the puzzle, without everyone at the table, we will never be able to complete the picture.