The Inspiration

Hearing the whistles of the birds, I slowly wake. I whisper, 'Good morning, beautiful', to the day that I'm grateful to be living. Staring at the cracked ceiling of my shape-shifted wickiup - the Apache version of the wigwam - out here in the middle of the Southwest United States, my eyes continuously wander for the answers of what I will do when they find my little piece of heaven. I've been waiting for a while now, praying for them to not find my sacred space. The year is 2060, and although it's only been a decade since the people had a major meltdown, I've never been happier. My family managed to escape to the peaceful mountain-side, finding seeds along the way. I hold tight my heart-shaped locket my daughter gave me when she was five.

Writing this down for the first time when I was younger, I wondered how people couldn't see the benefit of caring more about the garbage we created and cleaning it up. I continuously reminded myself; you have to persuade people to clean up a mess everybody created. There were people on board with the idea, there just wasn't the support for cleaning our planet the way there was for protecting a few individuals' profits. You could tell everything was going to come crashing down long before it happened on the planet. The ignorance of some still makes my blood boil this much later, but I am happy for what it made us realize.

The deterioration of trust was eventually what did humans in. The lies and corruption behind the world eventually caused people to lash out. -What good is money when you can't buy what you need? Learning to survive for the first time was hard on some who had not previously struggled. The ones who worked day in and out fled to be with family and return to the days of leisure; filled with the joy and love that they missed; they didn't need to be away to survive now. Money wasn’t an issue. On the other side of the spectrum, there was a lifestyle narrative that only benefited a few families who no longer exist today; it really stressed and depressed us out as a whole. It was beyond frustrating. The overthrow of the government was the last cry for change. Eventually, the wealth of the world depleted when the fires destroyed the greed. The scene was harsh to some. To others, it was simply beautiful to watch everybody come together against people who stepped on them for gain. The corporate mongers that relied on our resources of the planet for their gains that took no empathy into how or where their waste destroyed us, were disposed of in the same manner; without a care of the screams of those they hurt. The large companies at the time had been actively hiding waste disposal of harsh chemicals in the water ways since the 1950s. The cancer was enough to make any historian cringe. The corporations simply continued to poison us when they didn't need to. All hell broke loose when people found out those chemicals never disappear and where they were putting it. Other companies were trying to bottle the good water that was left. Unfortunately, most were oblivious to the scarcity of this precious element. They didn't notice how little was actually left in some areas because corporations had covered it up. When the chemicals burned on the waters after it became poisoned with oil, you could tell the people had Finally had enough of the lies. The lies for profits for the elite, stacked on top of the unsustainable bills of the poor, mixed with anger; it caused riots. With so few people knowing how to replenish what had been destroyed and burned, the world eventually remembered what it was like without the clogging of the greed of someone else's power struggle. It was beautiful to watch everyone come together.

You know, it was so easy to speak the truth in the beginning, yet they chose to lie for money? It never really took much to be a sustainable society, it just wasn't "fiscally responsible" for the people who were supposed to be adhering to our best interests. Looking for solutions was a passion of mine and I eventually went out to homestead once governments still hadn't given up War and the Petrodollar; the burdens of the world to say the least. Why did we continuously pay people to kill the planet? Why did we not hold our world's representatives to the same standard the way most had held for a retail worker? How did those mongers ever expect people to keep supporting their bad trade deals solely based on the profits of a few? (Now that’s a dystopian future, ha-ha.) But in all honesty; Why did we wait so long?

I've managed to keep my optimism in this beautiful new vision. Grateful for the small things I took time to learn while I could; learning about nature and growing enough to share without killing the planet. We were making a change one way or the other for the better after the destruction. I always wish I would have learned more with the advancement we had with technology back then. People all too often forget that the energies around us show us to slow down and enjoy what we have. We should stop taking our life for granted as Earth shows no remorse for whether or not you lose everything you know. We need to stand up and make a change for the better for everyone. This is the dream. We can grow if we allow ourselves to. We should watch and listen to Nature a little closer.

I caress my locket a little longer before I get done writing. Thank you, you battered silver heart, for always believing in me and showing me when to be brave. I am forever in debt to the love you helped share with the world.