I Have A Dream

Fifty score, years to come, half of the earth’s population will be swimming along with mutated fish and the other half will be walking along a wasteland, diminished by its own people. When the earth’s own people exhausts the earth until it is no more than a barren, stark rock, barrelling through space. When the earth’s own people have devised and concocted new species' that have the ability to override the human race. When the earth’s own people, because of their laziness, have boiled the waters that surround us at every pole. When the earths own people plead for David Suzuki's forgiveness, for their disbelief.

The world we live in does not have to trudge down such an infamous path. We do not have to spiral our environment into a whirlwind of peril. We can take the steps forward that are necessary to help our planet thrive and we will. We can start new programs to eliminate our waste that is sent to the landfills and we will. We can propagate extended car pooling and busing routes to cleanse our air of the toxins of fossil fuels and we will. We can make the small alterations in our everyday lives for the better of the environment and we will.

No longer will our schools only have a garbage can and a returnable bin, they will also have a compost and recycle bin. No longer will our cutlery and cups be made from plastic and un-disposable products; they will be made of 100% compostable materials to be used for gardens. No longer will each town be dependent on produce from across the globe, but they will have crops locally to supply families with produce. No longer will that produce be taken home in un-disposable plastic bags, instead cloth bags that can be reused. No longer will we stand by and watch our surrounding melt away, but instead do what is in our power to protect the one earth we have. Because, no longer is this a problem only facing our children to come, it is a problem we are facing today.

There will be moral battles to be fought. There will be conflict with what past generations have taught us. There will times when people give in. It will take time. It will take labour intensive work. It will cause some people to question, what the purpose of what we are doing is. It will make the world around us a single unit. It will allow us humans to hang around long enough to have our dreams fulfilled.

So join me in fulfilling my dream. My dream can guide all its followers to their own fulfillment. My dream can unify our world as one. My dream that although may seem too colossal, is in fact much smaller than the icebergs we have endlessly been melting. Although, some may not share my dream or lack any dreams at all, I have a dream. I have a dream we will not boil the water that surrounds us, in the lethal kettle made by us. I have a dream that the world population can and will be sustained for many generations to come. I have a dream that needs a support system of the globe. I have a dream that is possible. I have a dream that will come true. So follow with me if you have a dream and together, as one, we can fulfill our dream.

Hosptial Anticiption

I walked into the hospital waiting room and sat down desperate for some good news about my mother. The hospital was thriving for 4 am. I glanced around the room filled with morbidly ill people, searching for a familiar face or at least a face from this millennium. Unsatisfied with what I saw, I leaned myself back into my chair, pressing my frigid skin against the clammy vinyl. With my eyes shut tight, I let my mind float away from my body and let my ears fill with the orchestra of the hospital waiting room, hoping that this would be my refuge from the fear of my petrifying reality. A serenade of hollow, mucus filled coughs and the tic, beep, bop of the many colossal machines, swallowed my empty thoughts and tore my eyelids open. Nothing had changed; I still peered around only to see people made solely of bones, covered so loosely with skin, which hung like pale, distasteful tissue paper wrapping a present of sticks. They could not change the way their bodies were aligned nor could they change the sullen looks that filled their faces. So, they just sat. Hoping for good news to come their way, like me. The stench of acidic lime cleaner lingered in my nose, becoming stronger each time I inhaled, until it burnt my throat. I heaved out a roaring cough, clearing my body from the toxic chemicals that had invaded it, only to be replaced with the foul taste of morning breath. Finally, the soft voice of a petite nurse called my name to speak with the doctor. Unsure of what the doctor might say, I shuffled each foot a little more hesitantly than I should have, losing the nurse as she turned a corner. Moving each foot more rapidly now, I started to run down the hallway, with my heart pacing each step. I reached the corner only to find a man painted with splatters of blood and his head bowed down. The man's face grew distant from me with his words even farther away as he started to say, “I'm sorry, Son.” A whirl of warm, moist wind brushed my skin as the floor rose to hit me in the head, as if trying to accuse me for what had happened. From this flurry came black, no sights, no sounds, no smells, no taste, nothing to feel, except empty darkness.