Forest for the trees
Driving the outlying areas of greater Melbourne with my father and my sister. Contemplating nature and our place within it… or without. Often, I get the feeling that I am seeing a time and a place on the brink of disappearing. The way of life that we have grown accustomed to is becoming extinct by its very existence. It’s the simple record of our habitat, softly dying, that I want to keep for posterity.
Meanwhile, we stumble on, as a species, blinded by the childish will to pursue our own happiness at the expense of history’s lessons and our obligation to future generations. Unable to assess the dire consequences of our actions happening in the present tense, unable to muster the intent and action to save ourselves. Unable to see the value in a reshuffling of priorities and lifestyle choices to offer a little more respect to what we take from so freely. Unable to see the forest for the trees.
