“Climate change does not respect border; it does not respect who you are – rich and poor, small and big. Therefore, this is what we call ‘global challenges,’ which require global solidarity,” – Ban Ki-moon
Climate Change Narrative
I’m dying… I have been dying for the last several hundreds of years. I feel pain everywhere in my body. Every part of it is a pang. Terrible and excruciating anguish makes me sicker and weaker every day. I don’t know how long I can handle this.
My life has never been dedicated to myself and my survival. Like everything in the universe, my existence has a purpose. But not everything or everyone knows about it and definitely know how to use it. Well, I’m different. I’m special and unique in my own way.
I was created to sustain eternal life. That’s right – eternal! My purpose is to serve and not ask for a simple “thank you.” I never asked to love me or respect me because I don’t feel anything. Well, at least I thought so till the recent present.
For the first time in my billion year history, I felt something inside of my soul. I don’t know how to call this feeling as I never felt anything before. I understand languages, all of them, including dialects. I know the entire history of civilizations, and I can read the thoughts of people. I comprehend what humans call chemistry, physics, and biology and how the life cycle works.
I can hear prayers addressed to different Gods. People are weird beings; they created images of Gods and think that they look like them and that they can solve all their problems. They don’t understand that it is all about the energy and karma. Producing positive energy by doing good deeds would attract positive karma. And as a result, this would contribute to a happier soul existence.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, the feeling inside of my soul. This feeling is bizarre and it hurts my soul a lot. I know it’s terrible, but I don’t know how to handle it, and for this reason, I enabled a distinctive mechanism to protect myself. To protect myself from the strange sensation and humans.
I figured that they are the ones who cause this feeling. They literally spat on me and continue to do so on a daily basis. They infected my blood with their garbage. Piles of plastic are killing my children who used to clean my blood and help me to regenerate energy.
I can’t breathe anymore. They cut my lungs out. They keep doing so so they can breed and overpopulate me. Meanwhile, I am suffocating. I don’t mind because that’s my purpose, my destiny and I can bear the suffering. I’m a loyal servant and never questioned the plan of a Creator.
But the way they behave and their predilection to self-destruction makes me wonder. Why they deliberately hurt me? I haven’t done anything wrong or bad to deserve this. They smoke and drink alcohol, eat greasy and unhealthy foods, start wars, eager to conflict, murder, and rape. It’s their choice to kill themselves and their own kind.
It’s their fate, and it should not interfere with mine. But it does, and I had to take measures. I punish them with hurricanes, earthquakes, tornadoes, and floods. I want to teach them a lesson. But it does not seem to be working so far. They keep torturing and killing me.
I have the emergency measure to stop them, but it’s not what I want. They will not survive cold and ice without food. And their prayers won’t help either. But I will do it if this what it takes to change the order and destroy the system. I have a mission, and if I die now, I won’t be able to accomplish it.
I believe the feeling I have now people call hate. For billions of years, I felt nothing. Regenerated the energy, supported the life cycle, made myself more and more beautiful and healthier. And now I feel hate. I learned it from them. They call it a climate change, but this is my way to inform them that I hate them and no longer will be an obedient servant of fate.
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