I freaking love you! We go way back. Thank you, Disney, for igniting that flame with cute creatures and adventures through the woods. And Pocahontas. I’ve been painting with the colors of the wind since 1995.
Our relationship has been more complicated than cinematic plots, however. It’s not as if I have ever thought of you negatively. How could you ever wrong me? Well, I suppose many may argue that you send spiders and natural disasters–but I think spiders are kind of cute. And, thunderstorms are my favorite!
Your beauty is obvious and, frankly, I don’t remember ever being angry with you. Have I made it obvious that I love you? I don’t spend nearly enough time outdoors. You are so vast and nuanced. Majestic, yet constantly unfolding your minute detailing. Let’s reflect on just a few moments you have shared with me through the course of my own life.
The ways I’ve hurt you have been out of naivety, I swear. Though, sometimes out of laziness. Possibly purposeful naivety? Which, wow, I’m a jerk for doing that. Admittedly, I lie to myself to make problems lose their effects. Things never really go away when we ignore them, but ignorance gives me my selfish bliss. Right?
Is there ever an excuse for neglect? I’ve always been the worst at keeping in contact. Just ask all the friends I’ve moved away from. No matter. Whatever I say now is just empty excuses.
I don’t want to talk to you about global warming.
Though I firmly believe your fever is not a conspiracy theory, there are things that our culture…and me… has a difficult enough time wrapping their minds around. Nature, you cannot blame humans for not knowing how to care for you. After all, it is in our nature to focus on that which affects us directly. How can we grasp a concept so etherial as global warming, when the problems staring us directly in the eye are problems we still continue to ignore?
Of course, I’m not even scratching the surface. It’s clear that the problem in our relationship is not you. I don’t know that I could name a flaw in you that has not been created by man. Do we even know that we are being destructive? Does cancer know that by gaining power, it kills the very thing which sustains its life?
If anything, our relationship is tainted with my pity. I believe that pity is the last thing you need–pity is powerless. You need action. Not violence, though. Any violence towards each other is only furthering the destruction of your body. You need cancer cells to transform to building blocks.
I have no idea where to begin. I fear talking about your problems because I know that some people will run from what I have to say when I mention the things that happen to you when we eat animals. I know this to be true, because people lose interest in what I have to say about veganism when it becomes anything more than a health choice. Perhaps they feel as if I am throwing them into the fire? I am not sure.
I’ll write back when I have answers. Though I hope becoming vegan is a decent start, it’s important that I’m honest about the reasons I am doing these things outside of myself. I promise to talk of you more often–both the good things you give and the things we are doing to damage those things. You don’t deserve anything less.
Your very sorry friend,