Im not quite sure how to start this blog. This is what i wrote on the airplane ride home from Montana. It's not a short story, or poetry, it is just my feelings. So, without a further a due......
Montana is beautiful, green, lush. It is like a paradise, where humans have been unable touch the elegance of God's creation. There is rich green as far as the eye can see. White, fluffy clouds float lazily across the sky, and the air is so pure it stings your lungs. Snow capped mountains surround us, and the bluest rivers cut through the land. It is so wonderful, it almost feels surreal.
On the airplane ride home, I looked out the window and what I saw made me feel sick.
I see a world that doesn't know the meaning of green, because it is surrounded by brown and grey.
OUR hills are riddled with ugly houses and cheap mobile homes.
OUR clouds are the thick, gloomy fog of pollution that hangs over our heads.
OUR rivers are the freeways with a continuous flow of dirty cars running through it.
And I am SICK
I am sick of the lies we have been told by politicians.
I am sick of the generations before us that have wasted beauty for greedy gain.
And I am sick of the generation that I live with, that does nothing to reverse our continuous downward spiral to misery.
The world was not meant to be this way
Then why have we done it?