Tuesday, March 11, 2014
People ask me, as I explain my passion for a clean world free of plastic pollution, "What hope do you have to change things?" I tell them the truth:
I have little.
The problem is vast, the politicians are feckless, corporate interests are rich & entrenched. Plastic is everywhere. It’s used for literally everything now. It covers our “paperback” books; it’s embedded within “paper” salt and pepper packets; it’s even being used in currency.
We live now in a single-use, throwaway world of K-cup coffee and polystyrene dinnerware. Convenience is king, so we’ve all bought the lie that plastic is cheap.
And the 100% predictable result has already happened.
This is Tromso, Norway. 200 miles above the Arctic Circle. (Source: Bo Eide)
Albatross nest amid washed-in plastics on Midway Island. Midway is an uninhabited Pacific atoll 2000 miles from the nearest mainland. (Source)
Some of the 20,000 individual pieces of trash I’ve picked up so far from Curtis Cove in Biddeford, Maine -- one tiny, deserted, untouristed beach.
So. Hope? No. Not really.
Then why keep picking litter off the beach, writing stories, trying? Because there's a difference between losing hope and giving in to despair. Despair is paralysis. Despair is also extremely arrogant -- it presumes that we can know with certainty that our actions are useless.
I don't know how the story ends. I do know that I love my daughter and I think the world is beautiful and I want to preserve it. So I keep going to the beach & picking up debris & writing about it. Even without hope.
And, it turns out, there is a strange freedom & energy that comes from leaving both hope & despair behind. "Hoping" puts the burden on someone else. "Doing" puts the burden -- the control -- in our own hands. No, I can't change the world. But I can change my part of it. And no, I can't make it better forever. But I can make it better for today.
This one moment when the beach is deserted and the gulls are crying and the surf is pounding and the breeze is carrying salt on the air... and the sand is clean.
Sometimes, the point isn't to do the right thing because you hope or think something awesome will come from it. It's because, it's the right thing. And because "even the wise cannot see all ends." As I've witnessed, the actions of one person have a funny way of reaching beyond them in ways & times most unexpected.
In 2014 I'm going to keep doing what I can do, and increase what I can do.
Not because of hope, but because despair isn’t an option.Tweet
Visiting a Maine beach in March 2010, Harold Johnson was shocked by the ocean-borne debris left by recent storms. He grabbed a garbage bag and a camera, and hasn’t looked back.
Since then he has spent most of his free time studying marine pollution, coastal ecosystems, and the mysteries and science of ocean and shore.
Copyeditor and writer by trade, historian and archaeologist at heart, Johnson’s philosophy is simple: Dig below the surface, travel the currents, make the connections, learn. Then share what you learn. He lives in Saco with his wife and young daughter. Follow on Twitter @FlotsamDiaries.