Waste

Often, while consumed with the daily bombardment of deadlines and tasks at work, I happen to glance out my window and see in the distance an overpass. This is a fairly busy overpass that has 4 lanes of traffic. Its suspended above the vast lands of businesses, junkyards, papermills and metal shops. And on the horizon, which made from the handrails of this overpass I always notice the cars.

Going and coming and coming and going. Over and over, this way and that, day in and day out. Always. It never ends.

And I think about how much waste there is. What are all these people doing? Where are they all going? Why do they all ride alone in their cars? What is so important to speed their frail small bodies along in a piece of metal, 100 ft in the sky. Day in and Day out.

Think about that, and maybe try walking or bicycling. You will be thankful you did.