The Rant was as follows:
It’s incredible how many people still have a problem accepting that humans are the cause of global warming. It’s even more incredible that people are not taking it as seriously as they should. I feel like this is a topic that needs to be discussed more regularly. Whenever I hear global warming come up, the reaction is often “Oh yeah, you know that’s a serious issues. SOMEONE should really be doing something to stop it.” or “yeah not really my problem. I’ll be long dead before it can really do some damage.” And then conversation turns into them speaking on the daily soap-opera that is their life. I won’t say I’m immune to this. But I think it’s atrocious how many older generations would rather focus on who can and can’t marry rather than the world around them. And I find it embarrassing how many people in my generation just don’t care. Everyone is out for themselves and it’s ridiculously sad. I feel like my peers are proactive in that we care just enough to be able to have a discussion or debate, but not quite enough to really take action and do anything more than posting a status on Facebook or updating twitter. We have these incredible social networks and we’d rather use them to talk about how drunk we got last weekend and post pictures of our food instead of using it to rally and inspire people to take action. We’re all just sitting around waiting for someone to come and save us. Well that someone isn’t coming. We have to learn to be that someone. Everyone is so afraid. And afraid of what I just don’t know. There is no harm that can come from trying to help save the world. Because, my god, does it need saving. People RISE UP! DO SOMETHING! TURN OFF YOUR COMPUTER. GO OUTSIDE. TURN AROUND AND TALK TO SOMEONE. REALLY TALK TO THEM. Maybe you’ll find that you’re not the only person fill with passion and a proactive spirit. Maybe you’ll realize you can make a freaking difference if you actually did something different.
NOW GO DO SOMETHING!!!
Yesterday I voted for the very first time. Before I even knew the results, I felt something that transcended beyond me and became about so much more.I have never in my life felt so involved, so purposeful, so active. And regardless of what any stupid skeptic may argue, I really felt like my vote counted. My voice mattered and it was a moment I’ll never forget. Ever.
And I know ballots are supposed to remain secret, but……
Here’s what our parents never taught us:
You will stay up on your rooftop until sunlight peels away the husk of the moon,
chainsmoking cigarettes and reading Baudelaire, and
you will learn that you only ever want to fall in love with someone
who will stay up to watch the sun rise with you.
You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will
realize that nowhere seems like home anymore.
A woman will kiss you and you’ll think her lips are two petals
rubbing against your mouth.
You will not tell anyone that you liked it.
It is beautiful to love humans in a world where love is a metaphor for lust.
You can leave if you want, with only your skin as a carry-on.
All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket.
All you need is someone on the other end of the map, thinking about the supple
curves of your body, to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles
and miles on end.
You will lie to everyone you love.
They will love you anyways.
One day you’ll wake up and realize that you are too big for your own skin.
Don’t be afraid.
Your body is a house where the shutters blow in and out against the windowpane.
You are a hurricane-prone area.
The glass breaks often.
It’s okay. I promise that the breeze here is wonderful.
— “Here’s What Our Parents Never Taught Us,” Shinji Moon (via dearest-prudence)