At the tender age of four or five, a boy stood crying as his mother received violence against a bed by her husband with a fist fueled by alcohol and a corrupt sense of masculinity. That helpless boy who witnessed was me, and though I admit this was traumatic, it also contributed to my present character who feels in harmony with his past. So though I have long come to terms with this experience, I feel it is still quite worth returning to for reasons far surpassing myself. In alchemical terms, though I have already turned this lead (of my past) into gold, I have recently found how to refine this gold further.
I am not that little boy anymore, but in many ways I still am. I am often standing and witnessing this sort of violence. The only difference is that the characters have changed. Now the mother is the environment and the husband is the corrupt ideal of industrial progress and greed that deliver blow after intoxicating blow. Residing in India, this environmental violence is not easy to overlook. For every dog or cow eating from a heap of garbage, it is a blow. For every polluted body of water that is killing life within it, it is a blow. For every bit of polluted air that birds also have to breathe, it is a blow.
Domination has run rampant. This ideal is not mature masculinity, but a corruption of one. There is no surprise that India in general is sexist towards women, and the behavior is even reinforced by women. There is also no surprise at the serious case of human trafficking in India of which most of the victims are women and children (for the weak are much easier to traffic). As above, so below. Exploitation is not an indication of strength, but of illness. Fragility is not a justification for domination.
Like the past actions of my mom’s ex-husband, industrial progress, too, has been destructive, but continues to be. Lead, though, can always be transmuted into gold. Though I am still that boy standing and watching, I am not necessarily helpless. At the very least, I can do my bit and not commit any environmentally contradictory behavior. (Of course, I have much bigger plans as well). This way, I may serve as a good example for a picture of humanity that I like to see–a world where the human is in harmony with the environment instead of a tyrant against it.