By Heather Gurecki
It’s the middle of the night here in Fitchburg and it has just stopped raining. I crawled into bed and cracked the window next to me for some fresh air. I can still hear the last of the water falling off roofs and trees until it soaks into the ground. It acts almost like a beat, the rhythm of a song, and the drunkards wandering back home are yelling and shouting the chorus. There’s an instrumental break every once in a while when the rain really shines, only to be overtaken by another shout. I can feel spring coming, slow but sure. The air loses its sting and you can breathe again. The wind wakes up the trees, and oxygen levels are replenished as the trees begin to breathe again too, not that they ever truly stop. We breathe in what they give out and what we breathe out they happily soak up, an unspoken balance among the natural world. Trees obviously get the short end of the stick, they’re trapped in their role to serve the fully conscious, even though we need each other just as much. The balance of the natural world is reflected in our bodies, business is carried out without a clear dictator but with a higher purpose.
You are unaware of your heart working 24/7 for years on end just as you are unaware of the trees feeding you the very oxygen that gives birth to new thoughts, new blood. You can become aware of these unconscious happenings but you cannot control them, they’ve become stepping stones of evolution leading up to the complexity of consciousness. With consciousness comes good and bad, we can realize our shortcomings, but only self control can lead to addressing them. We’ve grown to be able to communicate our emotions, but we just as easily can lie through our teeth. It seems we parallel less-conscious beings as we actively destruct the very world that created us. Are less-conscious beings not able to be held accountable? Does our complex self-awareness give us a responsibility to be careful with our actions? Why, of course! What excuse do we have for cutting down an approximated 15 billion trees (http://time.com/4019277/trees-humans-deforestation/), or discarding 6.5 trillion cigarette butts worldwide each year? Maybe we just like what we like?
I recently found a quote written in sharpie on the wall of an old war fort, it read, “If you assume that there is no hope, you guarantee that there will be no hope. If you assume that there is an instinct for freedom, that there are opportunities to change things, then there is a possibility that you can contribute to the making of a better world. –NC”. Turns out it is from the famous Noam Chomsky, linguist, philosopher and cognitive scientist are just a few words to describe him. Our “self-destructive” qualities have steered us through evolution, and therefore theoretically can be torn down, rearranged, changed. As the theory goes, we are only doomed if we all see it that way. I refuse to let humanity push itself to it’s own destruction, I see drastic changes ahead, necessary changes. I see us taking a stand against our own self destruction and the people who benefit from it. It has to start somewhere, so why not here.