A Catalogue Of Sustainable Achievements
Howdy SuperForest! Sorry I haven’t been around. If I’m not at work, I’m at school. Life’s got me dangling by my you-know-what’s. Who cares! I don’t know if this has been posted before, but my sociology class recently had us watch this really informative albeit scary video about consumption in America. Check it out and explore the site for more crazy stuff about things like cosmetics and bottled water!
Hopefully the death of those bills, anyway! Good work to all who participated in the protests, wrote in, or called representatives. We moved the number of reps needed to repeal the bill from merely 5 to 35. Thirty-five! How rocking!
And yes, I lost my chapstick. Again.
In more somber news, I come to you, SuperForest, to announce the world lost the best kitten in history, our family pet Willow.
She was a gorgeous black Persian, dying at only 12 months old.
Our family believed her to be the reincarnation of me and my sister’s deceased mother. It’s been a very difficult 2012 for us already, but this tops it so far.
I would greatly appreciate prayer and good energy sent to my sister about this. She is incredibly inconsolably devastated. Do what you can.
In addition to that, we can’t afford to cremate her or get proper service for her. It’s not too much, but it’s more than we can really cough up at the moment. I’m going to put a link to my Tumblr on this post. If you can, please use the PayPal button to donate towards her funeral services. This means a hell of a lot to me, and I’d love to explain but…Some other time, perhaps.
Thank you to anybody who does their part in my personal time of need. It’s incredibly righteous of all of you, and I hope at the very least, your 2012s are going better!
I also apologize if I bummed anybody out, I don’t mean to be so negative. Her passing was indeed peaceful, and she had a good life.
Cheers to all, SF!
Ahoy, SuperForest! I’m hoping nobody’s forgotten about me. I tend to only post on SuperForest when I’ve been going through a hard time. That’s usually because I only go to SuperForest when I’m going through a hard time, because it ALWAYS fixes me. I don’t want to run the risk of the love here getting stale for me and not affecting me.
I know that’s irrational and I’d likely do better to come here ALL DAY ERRY DAY! But I’m a goofball.
I’m a guilty soul, consistently overwhelmed with spirit-ouchies that plague me because, as a human, I do bad things every now and then. Unlike a lot of humans though, I couldn’t seem to get past them. And in the light of my supernatural altruism, I could blame nobody but myself. Not God, not Life, only Me.
I was watching Dexter the other day; you know, that drama about the dude who kills people that kills people? I don’t watch it regularly. This was the first episode I’ve ever seen. Two of the characters got into a discussion, and one of them goes “Have you ever wanted to start your life over completely from scratch?”
And right there I thought “Boy oh boy would I.” Normally I deter that thought by thinking “But what about all the experiences I’ve gone through that I wouldn’t if I started over!?!?1/1?!1″ But at that point I was in a state of “I don’t even want any of those events to happen anymore. I want to restart my life.”
But then I realized (That’s just like, my SuperForest thing, huh? All of my posts are wicked breakthroughs every couple of weeks. Rad!) that I couldn’t.
I cannot restart my life. Me oh my, could I do a buttload of other things, but that’s one thing which is simply an impossibility.
Therefore, it serves me absolutely no purpose to feel down about it or the reason why I want to. Serves me no good period. And I must stop in order to survive.
I’m the kind of person who actually pities killers and feels like if I could just be their friend and listener and hugger, they wouldn’t do what they do. If I had gotten to them before they started, I could’ve stopped it. And I often wonder how murderers and the big-time uh-oh-ers make their peace with themselves. I assume they do just that; accept their mistakes, strive to change. What else can you do when you’ve made an irreversible mistake?
Personal amnesty is a beautiful thing. So if any SuperForester out there has been beating themselves up over something they did, stop. You’re not getting anywhere with it. Go climb a tree, sing inside the branches, and please forgive yourself. I love you.
Until next time!
This is a video I made a few days ago. For those who don’t know, I am commonly described as “the most religious agnostic to ever live.” I go to a church (non-denomination. I worship Love there. It’s sort of like my own personal Church of Aloha.) I accept and love all religious folk as long as they don’t use their religion (or any reason, but religion primarily) to be a bigot. I don’t deny any God, but I have a few issues with scriptures. I am skeptic, not hateful. I appreciate the stories of Gods, and will even find myself sincerely thanking Jesus, Allah, Buddha, and Thor from time to time. I am the most religious agnostic to ever live.
I’ve also been called the 2nd coming of Jesus Christ, but that’s different.
I want to remind everybody, no matter what you believe, to before all else, be love. Be what you are aiming to spread and practice.
I am a Loveian. A Pantheist. An Atheist. A Christian. A Sun-God worshipper. A Satanist.
I am Love. You are too.
Yeah, you heard that right.
Rishi Sowa, one of the most SuperForesty SuperForesters alive, constructed two artificial islands. He used plastic bottles to make them float; about 250,000 for one of his islands, and 100,000 for the one pictures below.
Pretty amazing, right? I collect plastic bottles myself. My sister has OCD and refuses to drink anything but bottled water, but she lets me do as I wish with the bottles. My boyfriend’s grandfather collects them as well and takes them to be recycled, so I give them to him if I don’t construct something out of them.
But this is phenomenal. By far the most innovative and ambitious use for plastic I’ve ever heard of…
Until maybe Ramon Knoester.
This fellow I just mentioned is taking it a step further and has plans to make an ENTIRE ISLAND OUT OF PLASTIC.
And not just any plastic he comes across. He’s going to use the endless plethora of pollution in the Great Pacific Ocean Garbage Patch.
I can not wait to see how these plans go along. I’ve had nightmares about that patch. It’s a horrible, horrible place.
Not cool.
An island made 100% out of that stuff?
Way past cool.
For the full story and a buttload of other neat green stories and ideas, click here!
Love On, SF!
Howdy Forest of Superness! It’s been a while since I’ve posted, as it is my nature to randomly disappear and come back like I had NOT randomly disappeared.
I started college. Which, in every way, is a lot like my junior year of high school with more work, more haphazardness, and less bullies. Huzzah!
That isn’t what kept me away from posting though. What kept me away is actually quite depressing. I started to become very down on myself and the world. So down, I was considering suicide, and struggling very much against my wish to do it. Now, why would I have wanted to do a crazy thing like that?
Well, simple. I wasn’t winning. At anything. I wasn’t doing anything of superior importance or excellence. I wasn’t helping anybody. I was being a whiny, violent little brat, and while I was doing it, the world was crumbling before me into a chaotic pile of hate and rage and I wasn’t fixing it.
On top of that, I became very paranoid that every single action I was doing was going to result in my friends/family/boyfriend abandoning me. As a result, I decided to become as outwardly INSANE as possible, to test whether or not it would affect their love for me. I did some very hurtful things, on purpose, to “test” the ones who loved me. See if it sent them astray. For some, it did. For others, it didn’t; but even when it didn’t, I couldn’t help but think “Well golly, now they know how nuts I can be. Surely they’ll realize this soon and leave me anyway, even though I stopped.” I just could not win with myself. No matter what I did, I was doomed to think I was destined to be alone forever and ever.
And then as things go, it was super ultra happy epiphany time.
I suppose one of the reasons I was trying to be Mrs. Pessimistic Fortune Teller was because I always felt I was in control of my life. That I was in charge of what happened to me in every single way. That was something that empowered me for ages and kept me pretty happy up until now.
Because I was wrong.
I can control myself, sure. I can control how I think, what I do, when I do it, who I’m around, where I am. All of that is up to me, and I’m very fortunate in that.
I can NOT and should not try to control my Life. For my Life is dependent on an infinite number of factors I simply can not be in control of. Other people’s will. Natural disasters. Poverty. Luck. Astrology, the zodiac. My Life isn’t something that is supposed to be controlled. It is the Universe itself, and while I’m a pretty nifty part of the universe, I can’t shape it willy-nilly like it were putty. In fact the very idea of having that responsibility is kind of nauseating!
I was trying to fight Life. How silly was I! No matter how insane I was, no matter what mistakes I made or amazing things I did/did not do, it was not up to me to alter the perception of someone else. Even if I had cured cancer, I likely would have somebody in the world telling me I was a jerk for not doing it sooner, or for not trying to cure AIDS instead. Even if I have never done anything significant, I would have family and friends telling me I had saved their lives, showed them great things, and helped them develop as a person.
And as for the world’s state, I’m not God. As cool as that’d be, I’m just not. I’ve pledged to try as hard as I can to be a part of the unit working to make this world a better place, but I can’t do it alone so I should definitely not be depressed that I can’t. That doesn’t make me insignificant, nor does it mean I should give up on Earth. I am Good.
I think this song sums things up nicely. It’s a song I posted before I think, but it can’t be appreciated enough:
What really matters here?
Everything, to an extent. But I’m not the one in charge, now am I?
Is anyone?
So this is a friendly reminder to all of you reading:
In a nutshell, go with the flow.
Cheers and love on!
Aloha. So much aloha to you all. It’s been quite some time since I’ve posted here and my goodness, do I ever apologize! Ever since high school ended, life has been rather uneventful. Not necessarily bad, in fact far from it! This is the first summer I’ve enjoyed in a long time, likely because I’ve gotten to share it with my very special friend who I am blissfully close with. It’s been good.
But I’ve been bored, and as such, I’ve had nothing to really share personally. I haven’t been interacting with anybody who could give me anything else to share, either. I’ve been jobless, activity-less, and truthfully, lazy. Sloth-ish? Not quite. Essentially all I’ve been doing is playing videogames, eating, snuggling, and forgetting everything I ever learned for the past 12 years I’ve attended school.
Aloha indeed!
That’ll change soon. I have an interview next week with SafeNest, a volunteer organization dealing with abuse victims. I’m moving out next year. College is at the end of the summer.
Today I decided to reorganize my room. My bed is now up against my window, so when it becomes fall here I can actually open it and enjoy the breeze and looming, ominous air right next to me as I sleep. The bed also faces the mirror so I see myself a lot more. I see myself playing guitar or video games and it’s made me realize I have some serious posture problems. Yoga time!
I did this because, as I said, I start college on the 29th and have felt myself frantically anticipating that fact. A lot’s going into it before it even starts. Money. Books, which includes money. Finding my classes. And this is only my first year. Gooooood lord. But I’ll survive of course!
And I’ll tell you why.
Me and my mate were just talking about a certain girl who… Has a reputation for being a little too high and mighty for her own good. She’s known as fun, and smart, and generally adored by all of who knows her (including our mutual friend, who has had his heart broken repeatedly by her.) She happened to say something about my boy. And I didn’t handle it well.
I’m not here to talk negatively about anyone or bring any negativity into the atmosphere, so pardon that. But that entire thing made me realize something.
I’ve been struggling with confidence problems lately. I’ve felt like I do everything wrong, and what I can do, I do pretty badly. I’ve been doing everything I can to try and get past that, but the itch kept coming back. “I want to be great. I want to be praised. I want to be this or that,” and I really had no reason for it. The last thing I crave is fame. It made no sense for me to have these thoughts, but despite that, they wouldn’t leave. Until now.
This girl mentioned above is so adored because she can do all these special things and is pretty much that perfect America’s Sweetheart type. I’m…Not. I’m a neo-hippie pantheist who plays guitar and video games with the skill of a goldfish.
But I have love.
And she might too. Obviously she does. And that’s good for her! But I realized I don’t need to have what she or anybody else “cool” has. I don’t need to be the best. I don’t need to have my name plastered anywhere. In fact I don’t care if I go the rest of my life doing absolutely nothing of societal importance.
Because I have love, and I am love, and I make and give and share love. What more could I ask for?
Even if by some haphazard chance I flunk out of college and become bankrupt and lose all my possessions and get hit by a truck and forget how to do anything short of walking and breathing, the love will never change.
The love! Will never! Change! I will always have it from some source, from myself, from the earth, the air, people, music, time, and space. I love it and I believe with all my heart it loves me.
If I lose it all, nothing would be stopping me from getting to Hawaii or Oklahoma somehow, finding a way to somebody in this community, and them immediately saying “No worries! Come home with us. Join us. We’ll take care of you for as long as you need.” That is love, and it is beautiful.
And because of that girl who I’ve been meaninglessly jealous of and resentful towards for the longest time, I realized that. How ironic.
But it wasn’t just her.
It was all of you. Without you all here at SuperForest, I would not be able to harness nor appreciate that love that I have overflowing from and through everything in and around me.
It may as well not exist. But it does.
So a shoutout to Jackson for creating this all with or without whoever he created it with. Bigger shoutout to him for accepting me and taking me personally under my wing, shoving me into this sea of joy without a second thought, as if I was here all along.
The world needs more people like you, J.
The world needs more all of you!
I hope everything’s been well. Judging by the recent rise in posts, I can see that it obviously is.
Excellent. This is what it’s all about.
Love on!
This is one of the coolest videos I have ever seen. It’s a primitive tribe’s first encounter with the outside world. Their first encounter with a white man. Very, very interesting.
In about 2 short days, I will become 18 years young. To me and my peers, that seems so old. I am an “adult,” as classified by law and society. I can watch R-rated movies without a parent, I can ride a motorcycle, and I can buy all those things you see on TV where you have to be 18 or older to order. Yeah!
But what does that even mean?
Because to a 70-year-old, I’m still a kid, but they’re an adult. Even if they have no teeth, are back in diapers, and have the memory and attention span of a toddler, they’re the adult. And to them, I will probably be a kid until I’m 30 years old. Maybe more. What does the world need to see out of me for them to call me an adult? Is it not enough that my vocabulary spans miles? That I have completed a tortuous ritual of public education with flying colors? Would they like me to stop sleeping with stuffed animals, or stop playing video games?
What will it take for me to actually be not just a grown-up, but an adult?
A revolution. An evolution. Unbridled, and not repressed. I, by becoming 18, am now free to do so. By that, I mean nobody will hold me back from jumping off of a skyscraper. Nobody will hold me back from leaping off, onto, or into anything. I am now free to evolve by myself. This is both exhilarating and utterly petrifying. But I like it.
Something strange has been happening lately. When I was 14, 15, my friends would always come to me first with their problems. They saw me as reliable, comforting, and wonderful. My parents found me a perfect angel who always did everything right.
But now? None of my friends, out of the few I have, come to me first for anything. Somebody else is waiting for them, somebody they know can handle their woes better than me. I’m no longer the most reliable, altruistic, or helpful. My parents are criticizing me more and more than usual. After everything they’ve taught me and my world has taught me, I have found a comfortable way to live, and to be. But they’re telling me it’s wrong. Normally, I realize my mistakes and I’ll correct them before anybody else tries to. But I am currently being told that things I feel I am doing excellent at…
I’m doing very, very poorly at.
It’s weird.
I don’t know what happened, what changed, or who changed. Everything probably did. The universe very well may have just completely scrambled everything and everybody and somehow, I seem to have gotten tumbled out in the middle of a desert with nothing but sand and silence for miles.
So here comes the revolution.
Where my parents’ hands are no longer on my handlebars, and the training wheels are gone, too. Where I will meet new people who I will again be the hero to; the helpful and compassionate being that so few people see me as anymore.
I think I am more of a child now than I ever was at 5 or 11. This is where I REALLY grow up now. That’s the basic definition of being a kid. You are only a kid because you are growing up. And I really, really am.
And buddy, I am lost, I can’t find my binky or my blankie, my diaper is full, I scraped my knee, my nose is stuffy, I need a nap, and all I can do to tell anybody ANY of this is scream until my head hurts.
But I’ll figure it out.
I want to know, SuperForest. All of you who are over 18 (which I’m assuming is…pretty much everyone?) How was your transition into adult childhood? When did you start feeling the world crashing down on your born-again infant-hood? Did it ever? What has changed you most as a person that occurred from that time?
Thanks you guys. Love on! And wish me luck!
Hi SuperForest! I’m not sure how many of you out there have kids who watch Chowder or watch it yourselves (what’s so wrong with adults watching cartoons?). I used to love it, until it stopped playing.
For those of you unaware of it, Chowder was about a little boy bunny cat thing who was the apprentice to a chef named Mung. It was cute and clever.
There was one episode where Mung’s certificate to practice cooking expires and he has to go get a new one. He takes a class with a rival chef to get his new certificate. Throughout the class, his rival does everything by the book and doesn’t stray at all from the recipe. She gets awarded the certificate instead of Mung, who would try to spice up the recipe or procedure to make it better; even if that meant not cooking by the book. He was frowned upon and kicked out of the class.
Discouraged, he almost gives up cooking until Chowder inspires him not to. And then he said one line that made me smile:
“I don’t need a certificate to be a chef. But I do need one to make a living as one.”
He goes back and takes the certificate from the rival, claiming it as his own. Rightfully, in my opinion.
I didn’t think too much about that quote until my government teacher who ROCKS IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE showed me this article. It’s a bit bawdy, but the writer gets a strong point across. I won’t go into detail. It’s all up for interpretation.
I, personally, have to go to college to get a degree in psychology so I can practice it. Could I teach myself the ins and outs of the subject and have just as much knowledge as a college student in courses for it? Of course! But without that slip of paper, nobody’s going to let me anywhere near their inner workings.
Now what about being awesome.
Do I need a degree to be awesome?
Hell no! I’m fantastic by default and there is no peak to my magnificence. Only growth. Only an increase in how wonderful I continue to become, and I don’t need a slip of paper to tell me that.
I’m not going to be a psychologist. I’m going to be a superhero who practices psychology on the side.
I have a close friend who isn’t going to college. They’re terrified that they won’t be anything in life strictly because they’re not going to college. That…couldn’t be further from the truth.
I’ve applied to 30 places to get a job in the past two years and haven’t even gotten so much as an interview. I’m a straight-A student who has never touched a drug in my life. I have a friend who can barely recite the alphabet and has a pretty close relationship to someone named Mary Jane. This friend has held plenty of jobs and each one he got took very little effort to get into; usually just a “connection” with somebody else who worked there.
I’m in no way advocating not going to college! The experience in and of itself is unreal, so I’ve heard. But the idea commonly held that no college = death bothers me.
Anybody can be amazing if they really try and really want to, all by themselves. Perhaps with the support of friends and family. But they can do it without an institution.
Nobody needs a degree in magnificence.
Stay lovely, SuperForest. Whether or not you went to CSU or UNLV of OSU or WTFLOLOMG, you’re all amazing.
Good day to all, SuperForest!
I was watching Oprah a few days ago, and they had Tom Shadyac as a guest star. At first I didn’t recognize the name, but then they revealed that he was the director of the film “I Am.” This was mentioned previously on SuperForest, but I never looked into it as much as I should have and am going to in a few moments.
He covered the basic aspects of the film and his views, which reminded me greatly of our Humanifesto. I applauded him mentally as he continued on.
And then he said something that really stuck out. I’m not sure if this was presented in I Am because I haven’t watched it, but either way. The concept is truly revolutionary.
He said that as a species, humanity is significantly younger than most of the world’s inhabitants, as well as the Earth herself.
He went on to mention that animals seem to have the whole survival-cooperation thing down better than we do because they’ve had a longer time to get it right. We haven’t. We were born into chaos and conflict and have been raised, as a species, to continue our incorrect ways of all-for-one and competing with each other for no necessary reason.
Let’s take a look at cockroaches. In terms of knowing how to survive, roaches and a lot of other insects are pretty much set. They’re the most abundant creatures on the planet and they’ve been around longer than anything else has. The only difference between them and other more so-called “advanced” animals, like humans, is emotion and other cognitive abilities that insects lack.
But when has there ever been a report of a single bug living on their own and being able to survive? All insects have always lived in packs. HUGE packs. In hives, in holes, in trees, in everywhere. And they’ve worked together to help eachother survive and thrive as a species.
Babies and toddlers are constantly excused of their actions because “they don’t know any better.” Their parents teach them how to grow into smart, successful adults who have their own children and do the same with them. But as babies, nobody can really get mad at them for puking on your shirt or peeing in your eye or breaking your vase or getting into trouble of any kind because they just don’t know any better.
And this is Humanity. Baby humanity. Only 200,000 years old, compared to the earth who is over 3 billion years old and some creatures who have been around for millions of years.
Hell, we could be a comparative fetus to the rest of creation. The bottom line is, we’re all babies. Naive, stinky, curious, whining, crying babies, and we just don’t know what to do with ourselves.
But our growth is clear in some places. We’ve overcome slavery and sexism on a huge scale; not completely, of course, but we’re better than we were a mere 100 years ago. We have grown, even if it doesn’t seem like it sometimes. Perhaps we need another Renaissance or Enlightenment to give us another shove into adulthood, or maybe adolescence.
Maybe we just need Mother Earth and Father Time to keep teaching us lessons. Maybe we could all use a good grounding. Or maybe we’ve all fallen and scraped our knees and need a bandage and some ice cream, and a nap.
I used to be mad at everybody. I used to want to strangle my entire school and just yell “WHY ARE YOU SO IGNORANT?” I used to want to yell at everyone and everything who wasn’t doing things right.
Then I realized that I’m no better for wanting to shake the baby.
That’s all we are. Babies. But we’re going to grow up into fine adults one day, and realize how silly we were all acting. We’ll get it right some day. Right now we’re just sort of tumbling back and forth on a blanket with a binkie in our mouth and pooping our pants. One day we’ll outgrow all of it.
Outgrow ignorance, hate, prejudice, apathy, all of it. I guess we just don’t really know better right now. You can’t be mad at us. I’m not anymore. It’s relieving.
Speaking of babies, I’m sure everybody’s seen this video but I can’t get enough of it. (Can someone run by me how to embed again?)
Have a good day, SuperBabyForest!
SuperForest, I have a confession to make.
I was not a true environmentalist. Or maybe I was, but I haven’t been acting the part since I joined SuperForest, or prior.
Do I love the Earth and all she has to offer? Yes, of course. But I rarely proved it. The most I ever did was pick up garbage around my surrounding neighborhood or hug some trees, recycle some paper, you know. That was all still great! But I never did anything that really said I loved and cared about the well-being of nature or my environment.
I just never felt I had the resources, the (cough) money, the whatever. I felt oddly crippled and that I had to wait until I was older and had money before I could make a mark on the world.
But thanks to my wonderful, amazing, and beautiful best friend Kyra, I now enter the wild journey into being a rocking rad member of the save-the-earth community.
She recently contacted somebody who’s in charge of a completely amazing environmental event to ask if she could volunteer to organize one here in my home town of Las Vegas. And it was a rousing success!
And now on May 28th, me, her, and a handful of other super rad peeps will be uplifting and enlightening our immediate community on the basis of Green Day Across the World. Anybody a Green Day fan? I am. Always have been faithful, even more-so now.
We’re all going to be gathering garbage and recycling what isn’t trash out of it. We’re also making eco-friendly pesticides to use on some plants we’re going to be growing. And then there’ll be a bunch of other cute little stuff, like making bird feeders out of pine cones, peanut butter, and sunflower seeds.
Oh man. I’m stoked. This is going to be incredible.
So SuperForest! Lend me one or all of your lovely hands!
Do any of you have any ideas on what else we can do on this wonderful day of days? We’re open to anything. Speaking of being open to anything, if anybody is or knows anybody who’s in the Las Vegas area, tell them about this. We want to rock as many willing to be rocked as possible. Spread the word!
You can bet your beautiful bottoms that when the day rolls around, I’ll have a full-on story on it as well as pictures and a bunchaudderstuf. I’m very excited. Mostly because Vegas doesn’t exactly have a reputation of being a clean, welcoming or neighborly community. This is something really wonderful to see emerge out of that funk. And I will be co-operating all of it with FABULOUS swagger and wearing a yellow cape, like a boss.
Hope you all are being love. Of course you are. And I love you. Love on, SuperForest!
Hello SuperForest! Whoop! Holla! It’s been way too long since I’ve posted. This month, for whatever reason, really just doesn’t bode well for me emotionally. Perhaps my lunar cycle is messed up or something.
Anywho! I was in class today, and I saw what appeared to be a bug under my teacher’s desk. I couldn’t quite tell from my distance, but I was at least flirting with the notion that it might be a bug. And I was all “Ewies :(”
But THEN I WAS ALL…
“Why am I ewies-ing?” Was it not just a bug? If anything, it looked like a cricket. A harmless, skittering little cricket. And to top that off, I wasn’t even sure if I was just seeing things!
What I was sure of at that point was that the idea of this bug or not-bug was taking over my mind, without even knowing I existed. Perhaps without even knowing itself exists.
And then it hit me: A person’s a person, no matter how small.
For those of you who have read/seen Horton Hears a Who by the rad-tastic Dr. Seuss, you’ll know that this is the moral of the story. A bunch of tubular, tiny travelers are living upon a dust speck in a flower. Their whole world was comfortably in that dust speck. Nobody believed they existed, because of course they’re microscopically tiny; except Horton, the big sensitive elephant (who everybody thinks is schizophrenic at his claims.)
ANYWAY, at the end of the movie at least (spoiler alert!), somebody tried to crush the flower the Whos are living on, which is prevented by all of them joining together and yelling “We are here!” to make themselves known.
Living, breathing, conscious beings right there in front of them. Just unseen. But they were people.
Bugs are people, in a buggy sense. They affect me, and I affect them. Our genes don’t really differ that much. Hell, our genes don’t differ much from daffodils, actually.
Here’s what’s really interesting: That little bug or…or maybe it was a ball of fuzz from the teacher’s dress. Or anything else.
But that entity inspired me. If its presence can move me enough to be terrified of it, if it can cause me to freeze in shock like it’s a nuclear bomb…Is it REALLY that tiny?
Physically, sure. But consider what it did to me.
It lead me to write this.
I’d been thinking about how little my opinion meant to anybody, or how small I was compared to so-and-so, and what tiny impact I had on the world. Is this true?
If something 1/100th of my size can make me scream to a dog-whistle degree, why can’t I have that big an effect on somebody else? Not the same effect. I wouldn’t like that. But I can shake up another, can’t I? Can I rock the world of 50? Of course I can! Why couldn’t I?
And so can everybody. Especially can everybody! I’ve still got some growing to do, honestly. Obviously.
Thank you, whatever inch-big thing you were. I’m gunna change the world because of you.
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