Driving home from work in sub-pitter-patter rain that barely qualifies as rain, I glanced at my car dashboard. The fuel efficiency bothers me — I can’t get it down any lower. Mostly because of this traffic, not helped by the rain, as pitiful as it is.
I wonder, “why does this bother me so?”
I’m not driving far, I can afford the petrol, I don’t fill up that often anyway.
But it’s the perceived impact — the impact on a world that’s already dying. And yet, looking at all the cars around me, what difference does it really make?
My actions are a drop in the proverbial ocean — a piddly raindrop on the face of the earth. It’s the corporations that must change! It’s the governments that must enforce change!
Still, it’s not an excuse for inaction.
So what if I’m a raindrop?
Following the cars in front of me, I think how we’re all sheep. Raindrop sheep.
But surely in a herd of sheep, you occasionally get one that breaks away from the group. Don’t you?
2 thoughts on “raindrop sheep”
Sheep raindrops? I rather like the imagery. Voting for people who want to help the environment seems like a good way to help reduce pollution. Especially when combined with a sense of personal responsibility to not waste. What more can a person do?
Exactly right! Now if only we could get more people to vote responsibly…