Happy Earth Day!
I don’t know if anyone has bothered to take the time to wish you happiness on your special day.
On behalf of the Human Race, Other Worldly Beings, and all other forms of life, this Modern Philosopher thanks you for continuing to spin around the Sun and never diverting from your path.
I’ve always been a little unclear as to what Earth Day was all about. I’m pretty sure it either commemorates the day Earth way invented, or it celebrates Earth’s independence from the Evil Martian Overlords.
Either way, both those things happened well before I was ever born, but I still enjoy the Holiday nevertheless.
The birds are singing, children are laughing, the Sun is blazing, and there’s a gentle breeze blowing to make it all just right.
I know we haven’t done the best job of taking care of this big blue marble that we call home, but that doesn’t mean that we don’t love it here.
There is no place else in the Universe I’d rather be.
When I was kid growing up on the mean streets of Brooklyn, I used to have a globe in my bedroom. I’d spin the globe, have my finger land on a country, and then get out the encyclopedia and read about that place. Since I was young and impressionable, I thought that countries were actually the color that they were depicted on the globe.
Once I realized that couldn’t be true, I tried to figure out (my first Deep Thoughts?) if there was a pattern to the coloring on the globe. Did all the green nations have something in common? Did the pink ones have a larger female population than other countries? Were people living in the yellow countries happier?
But I digress, dear Earth. This is supposed to be a love letter to you, but rather than gushing over you, I am reminiscing about my youth.
Thank you for never holding that against us.
Sure, we’ve produced countless movies, TV shows, works of literature, and pieces of art depicting the end of the world, but that doesn’t mean any of us ever want to see that happen. Knowing that it could all end makes us treasure you even more.
As I sit out here, staring up at the fluffy white clouds in the perfectly blue sky, I wonder how in the world we don’t all fall off the planet and hurtle into space.
Seriously, can anyone explain that to me? It’s a giant ball. Some of us are on the bottom half of it. Shouldn’t we be floating in space towards a certain doom?
I never was good with Science. I guess I’ll just stick to Philosophy.
Thanks for casting whatever magic spell it is that keeps me securely anchored to the ground. Thanks for never evicting us. Thanks for looking the other way when the parties and the fights get out of control.
Happy Earth Day, Ya Big Blue Marble!
Austin (on behalf of all life on the planet)