Should a rational person question orthodox assumptions on climate?
Do you want to save the planet?
Uh, sure, I guess so.
Do you want a clean environment for everyone in the future?
Of course. Doesn’t everyone?
Or are you a “science denier” who’s out of touch with realty and is in bed with Big Oil?
Of course not. I’m a smart person and I love science. So tell me what I’m supposed to believe!
That’s roughly how the debate on climate change plays out today from those who argue what has become the orthodox position — that human activity is causing the planet to get a warmer and that the increased warmth will cause catastrophic effects.
If you look at the evidence and come to any other conclusion — or if you’re even skeptical about the political solutions presented — you are labeled a “denier,” in a very dishonest attempt to link climate skepticism with Holocaust denial.
Finding your own authentic voice is riskier than copying everybody else
I am terrified of not being perfect — mortally afraid of being judged as unworthy.
For many years, I’ve mostly stuck to doing things I already knew how to do. That was safer. I had been writing for the public since I was in high school. I had taken photos and done graphic design — for newspapers, magazines and advertising — since I was a teen.
My work wasn’t perfect, but I was competent enough to feel like an expert. I could put my work in front of the public — expose myself in a very real way — without fear of looking too foolish.
Lately, I’ve been trying something at which I’m a beginner. I’m a rank amateur. And I am terrified.
Hurt people attract others who know what it’s like to feel hurt
Love is best thing to happen to us
Need for certainty is an internal tyranny that leads to the wrong path
Love’s closest counterfeit sounds like love but acts like selfish need
My programming from childhood still equates blame with shame
If you participate in sham of voting, you’re responsible for what it creates
Sometimes you’re not ready for a challenge, but you do it anyway
Intense emotions let me feel alive — but hurt comes along with joy