Kagie🌻

I think I’m mourning the person I wanted to be. The job I wanted to have. The difference I wanted to make.

“The wealthier countries with below replacement birth rates of about 1.9 per woman were responsible for 86% of global greenhouse gas emissions in 2018. The 9% of the global population with birth rates of around 4.6 were responsible for only 0.5% of global emissions in the same year. Clearly, the ecological impact of the high fertility poorest is negligible and Dasgupta’s obliquely suggested interventions into African fertility and social organisation would bring no discernible ecological benefits. Counterarguments hold that, regardless of low emissions per capita, the populous poor encroach on land and resources, accelerating Third World biodiversity loss. However, these arguments neglect to consider the vast and ever-expanding acreage dedicated to producing livestock feed, food crops, biofuels and similar commodities for export to high-consumption areas of the low-fertility First World. The blame for biodiversity loss lies with such commodity production and the capitalist system in which it is embedded, not the subsistence of the poorest communities.”

“Most people do not listen with the intent to understand; they listen with the intent to reply.”

I hope 2022 gently kisses your tears away, I hope 2022 raises a glass for all the people you used to be and for all the people you are going to be, I hope 2022 guilt trips you with important realizations but cradles you into moments where you can make amends with it, I hope 2022 is about bone crushing hugs and healthy bodies, I hope 2022 nurtures your heart with so much happiness that you laugh because your body is not an appropriate sizeable container for joy, I hope 2022 wraps you in a curtain where existence breathes peace, I hope 2022 brings wholesome interactions with things you find love shaped; books, animals, music, art, stories, I hope 2022 knits your relationships where you feel at home safe and content, I hope 2022 brings you a suitcase of new memories and I hope 2022 brings you a suitcase of old reminiscences, I hope that during stones of sadness, death and grief 2022 eases the tension of time and timlessness, I am hoping with all my heart and its beats that 2022 houses love, love breathing, love sleeping, love dancing, love crawling, love laughing, love crying, love smiling, love sighing, love yearning, love hoping. I hope, I hope, I hope