I’ve been watching Whale Wars on Animal Planet. For those of you who have never heard of it, a quick rundown. Paul Watson is the leader of the Sea Shepard Crew. He was in Greenpeace in the 70’s but decided that picketing and all that kind of stuff wasn’t doing anything and wanted to have a bigger effect. So, he got together a crew and they sail out near Antarctica and fight against the Japanese fleet who are killing whales under the guise of research. They put their lives on the line to try to save these whales. It may sound crazy and I thought it was at first too, but now I completely understand. There have been several times when I was somewhere and sticking to my new veggiesaurus life style was a hard choice. But then I thought off what these animals go through and reminded myself that this tiny bit of suffering is nothing compared to their suffering. That made me understand what these guys are thinking. There are plenty of laws out there to protect the whales but no one there enforcing them. These people are protecting what can’t protect itself and that is really an amazing thing!
And I want to be part of it.
At this point in my life, I obviously have way too much responsibility to pick up and go sailing to Antarctica to protect the whales. I have a mortgage to pay and all the bills that go along with that .My daughter needs me here, though if there was no chance of her getting hurt, I would bring her along with me. But can I do something here that fulfill this dream of mine to make a difference in this world? Is there a way to change society’s new status quo that continues to destroy the earth and hurt our most precious, helpless beings, the animals?
When I think back to the years before I had my daughter, I want to find that girl and beat the shit out of her. The thought of all that time wasted, drinking and doing drugs and partying kills me now. Not to mention all the stupid things I did while doing all that partying. I’m still not sure if it was all rebellion or trying to hide from myself. I spent a lot of time growing up feeling like I needed to hide who I really was because it was never good enough for my mother. So, I don’t know if those years of being high on one thing or another was my next step in avoiding the real me. But, I digress….
I guess regretting what I did in the past isn’t really helping me in the present so I’m taking it as a lesson in not wasting time. I just hope that I didn’t miss my chance to make a real difference somewhere, somehow.