In a world that is all about the newest device, the coolest social networking platform, and narcissism it is nice to read an acknowledgement of the current human condition and to see an antidote prescribed. When the scribe is Jonathan Franzen and the antidote is birds, well, go read the opinion piece in The New York Times. It is well worth reading the whole thing for writing like this:
And so, yes, I kept a meticulous list of the birds I’d seen, and, yes, I went to inordinate lengths to see new species. But, no less important, whenever I looked at a bird, any bird, even a pigeon or a robin, I could feel my heart overflow with love. And love, as I’ve been trying to say today, is where our troubles begin…
…And here’s where a curious paradox emerged. My anger and pain and despair about the planet were only increased by my concern for wild birds, and yet, as I began to get involved in bird conservation and learned more about the many threats that birds face, it became easier, not harder, to live with my anger and despair and pain.
Good stuff, right?