Desperate

I'm desperate. I'm desperate to help somebody, to do something, to stop the way I hurt other humans and the environment.

I want to stop global warming, or, as it's now being called, climate change. I don't want to have to see another clip of a polar bear struggling to get onto an ice floe because it's habitat is literally melting away.

I want to stop the Canadian seal hunt. I don't want to see the sea in northern Canada turn red from the blood of baby seals.

I want to stop deforestation. I don't want to travel state to state, country to country, and never see anything but cities and highways.

There are so many things I want to do, so many ways I want to help, and I don't know how to, or if I can. I don't want to do these things to get my name in the papers, to be remembered. I want to do it just to make things better.

And, in time, I know that if I don't help, and if I live selfishly, I'll never be satisifed with myself. I like to think of myself as an extraordinary person with extraordinary needs, beliefs, and goals. These are things I must do. It's not a desire, it's not a want, it's a complete and utterly heart-wrenching need.

I can't live in a world with people and animals who are oppressed, who can't live because, somehow, they were left out when the food, water, jobs, and homes were given out. How does it end up like that? How can people standing on the sidelines watch things turn out the way they do? Why doesn't everybody feel like this?

Why does it seem that nobody else cares?

There are organizations that put animal abusers in jail. There are charities that give clothes to humans living in poverty. But those groups care about their cause, and their cause only - they fight for government funding because they think that what they are doing is more important. Why can't it all be important? Not just to make it more simple, but because it all is. Every little thing that is corrupt and terrible about the world that I have no choice but to live in is as important as everything else.

Please, I'm begging anybody, everybody who reads this, tell me I'm not insane. Tell me that what I'm typing right now is right, is true. There is something wrong, many things wrong, things that need to be fixed. It's not all in my head; it's right here, right now. Please.