I love nature. I wish I could see the beauty of it before we, humans wrecked it. I hate pollution. I hate war. I love animals. I hate the fact that many animals are raised ONLY to be eaten. Not all humans, of course, do stuff to try to destroy the planet. Some people make such fun things, like amusement parks, games, and other activities (note: that does NOT include TV, that is not the same thing). I see many people complaining about global warming, and other stuff like that. To be honest, I believe global warming is unavoidable, whether we have humans or not. It might not have come as quickly, but it still would happen some day (note: I am not entirely sure, that is just a theory.). I also do not really agree with how people complain, but do absolutely NOTHING about it. I am doing nothing as of now, but hopefully I will do something soon enough.
What I am worried about right now, though, is my own feelings on this. I care, yet I don't. I sometimes see it this way. If we destroy our planet, then we destroy ourselves. If we destroy ourselves, we usually die. When we die, what are we really worried about? I don't know if there is some afterlife, nor do I dwell on finding out. If it's there, then it's there, so I have nothing to worry about. I'm afraid of these feelings, because they could cause me to do nothing when I could do something, or just something entirely horrible. Am I heartless for having this sort of outlook?
Mind you, this is only one of my many outlooks, so I feel this way now, but may feel different tomorrow, or the next hour.
(um... I can't get the "mood" to load.)
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