By my own standards, I'm an environmentalist. I don't think there are any rigid standards to being an environmentalist -- acknowledging the fact that the world is in pretty rough shape and that we should do something about it is about it. I think that's where people tend to get hung up on the idea of what it means to be an environmentalist -- that "something". What is that something? How do we figure out this something? Am I doing enough to mend this something?
I sure as hell don't know. If there is anyone out there who does know, please give me a shout.
Anyway, to get back to the topic at hand, I'll share my story. It's fairly boring, realistically. Ever since I was young, I've had a fascination with being outside. I grew up in Pierceland, SK. My house was at the edge of the town, so my back yard was quite literally the Boreal forest -- I had active beaver lodges 5 minutes from my back door. I loved the outdoors. I guess that's what sparked my internal environmentalist.
Since then, I've always tried to live my life in an Environmentally conscious manner. I've always recycled, never littered, enjoyed carpooling, and so on. While all of those amount to a great start, it's still pretty "juvenile" in a sense. It's important to continue to learn about what's happening around the planet and what we can do to counteract it.
I guess that's the "no frills" version of my environmentalism. There was no revelation or big moment in my life to make me an environmentalist -- to some degree, I've always been one.
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