Rubbish and Heat

 I sat in the uncomfortable 36 degree heat and watched three women as they danced,jumped and did air acrobatics in three layers of clothing which they thankfully shed with each act. 

They were creating awareness regarding the Rubbish patch in the Pacific ocean. I am ashamed to say I was only vaguely aware of this before watching this performance. The anchor told us the rubbish patch was six times the size of UK many years back when they found it. And now it's worse. 

The performance showed a woman suspended midair covered in garbage, emulating what I think was sea life, struggling and suffocating in the garbage. While the other two depicted the current generation, brash, ugly and a huge trash generating monster. 

The irony of the situation was them performing in unprecedented hot temperatures due to climate change. 

This makes me think, are my problems even worth it? It seems we Are suffocating earth, killing every other life form and the constant news of war and unrest makes it seem, we are killing ourselves too. Is me fretting about my presentation next week even worth it. Am I just adding to the problem and choking the life out of everything. 

But then, what would I do otherwise? I fail to come up with an answer. All I can do is just go about my mundane life, cause as little as harm as possible, help out whoever I can and pray I don't add to the misery of the world. I suppose that's the lowest my expectation from life can go and it sounds pretty good.