A Pear Tree and Past Life
I dropped out of school. Not because of any particularly paramount event. I didn’t lose a lover or a loved one. I hadn’t faced any critical hardships or major financial struggles. I worked my whole life to be here. I’d more than earned it, and I just gave up before I really had the chance to begin. I was studying botany and environmental science. I imagined myself in a lab someday engineering cross breeds of plants and trees, searching for new sources of energy, creating innovative alternatives to sustainable living. The more I studied, the more I realized there was no point. Climate change was in full swing, and no one important was doing anything significant enough to stop it or even try to reverse its effects. That’s when fantasy collided with reality, and I had the revelation that there was no way of stopping it. Our planet along with the entirety of our human existence would all be dead and gone in the next 200 years or so. What was the point in trying to save it? What was the point in trying at all?
