I find myself torn between my major and other things I do. When I was young, I wanted to be a pilot, and am still pursuing it, as of right now I am a flight instructor for single engine planes. I no longer want to fly for airlines, but rather for the forest service, or Cal Dept of Forestry, NASA doing ice sheet eval., and maybe even the Coast Guard. The reason I am torn is because the effects of peak oil are always in my mind when I think about the future, and my impact on the environment. It's hard to tell people to be greener when I go crank the engine of an airplane that eats and spits leaded gas.
I've tried talking to my parents about how I feel, but they either choose to not understand, or they don't. My best friend who is a smart mother fucker understands, but he doesn't, if htat makes sense. How do I justify the continuation of this life?
I hate that nearly everything humans do is damaging to the very land that give us life. Locally, developers want to keep eating up land for houses because urban sprawl is the r0x0rZ oMgZ! Students at my school throw paper and bottles in the trash can, and people throw their fucking cig butts out the window. The Amazon depressses me like some of you, and reading about polar bears makes me hate how our lives are structured. Usually at the end of the day I get in weird moods (and I swear I think i'm driving myself crazy) while thinking about the future concerning geopolitics and the such. Sometimes I wish I would just get drafted already so I knew what was coming.
Pretty much what I'm asking by writing in all this, is can anyone provide me some consolation.








