The other day I was walking towards the local creek, down an asphalted path leading between two rows of houses, and I noticed a broken bottle smashed into shards. I happened to have a plastic bag in my backpack, and I crouched by the glass, picking it up carefully and placing it in the bag. A middle aged man passed me, eyeing me with a quizzical look, and I responded to his unvoiced question, “If you want to live in a nice place you have to keep it nice.” He agreed and kept walking.
It’s true. We have a responsibility, not in the sense of something onerous put onto us, but in the sense that we are the ones who produce the lives we live, within given constraints. We are not Gods creating our own universes, and i found a lot more details Continue reading Broken Glass