It’s so easy to be apathetic
We have dozens of ancient apple trees scattered about our farm. Apples of all tastes and shapes that you’d never find in a grocery store. Apples with the vitality to keep producing after over a hundred years of neglect and inattention.
People planted these trees. Maybe they got to enjoy a few years of production, but the fruits of their labours, were dedicated to future generations. People used to think like that. They did things because it was the right thing to do and would benefit the humans that followed them.
Now, people say, “why would I do all that work if I don’t even get anything at the end”. We’ve become these donkeys looking for our carrots just to move our asses. I can’t tell you how many times I hear things about how futile it seems to do things differently – all that effort with so little reward. “So. Hard.” It’s so easy to be apathetic. Easy and lazy. If the only thing that motivates us is seeing the planet’s woes magically heal and all the fat cats throw up their hands and redistribute power to the masses, well then, yeah, nothing will change. Nothing will satisfy. We can go about doing fuck all because it doesn’t make a difference anyway.
But, if we live moral driven, conscious lives and find our reward in that, knowing we may never live to see all those big, juicy apples, what we get is the reason we are breathing: a life of purpose. An intentional life. Letting what’s right guide our actions because it’s what right. Honour and self respect. That’s it.
We’re here and then we’re gone. A flash in the pan, the lot of us. It won’t be long before nobody even knows you once existed, never mind knowing your name or anything about you.
But that doesn’t mean the things you love, the work you give, is insignificant or doesn’t matter. It means it matters most of all. If you’d like to wrap your head around such things, Charles Eisenstein’s book, “Climate” is a beautiful antidote for the frustrated heart.
The old family with their twelve children that once lived in our 170 year old farmhouse could have never known where we would be today. Who would be eating their apples. But they planted them anyway.
Hustle, baby. It’s the whole point.