Blessings, Facing Curses
To sustain myself, I count blessings. This sacred act stirs me from despair. Each gratitude I name becomes an act of recreation—gentle defiance against destruction. Life is brief. That truth, instead of frightening me, guides me toward joy. If I choose to use less, make less, and walk more lightly, then—whenever my end comes—I leave this Earth not as a conqueror, but as a loving guest. Yet here we stand. Humanity risks reliving the extinction event of 55 million years ago. Only this time, the culprit is clear: it’s us. Each of us holds immense power—not just in policy or protest, but in personal transformation. The most radical act might simply be choosing grace. As the planet warms and population balloons, I live with less. Less clutter. Less worry. Less hurry. We sit atop a melting iceberg—both physically and spiritually. Billions survive on mere dollars a day. Over a billion lack clean water. History is drenched in crisis. We must not repeat its recklessness. Technology ...