…well, do we?
What’s the sense in writing papers on water conservation if I just can’t convince those Mamas doing the laundry (at the place I am currently staying at) in preserving the resource “water” by closing the tap after enough water has flown into the wash basin?
What’s the sense in honouring national heroes on special events if their ideologies and the values they lived and were appreciated for are consequently ignored or not even lived by those who are supposed to lead others?
What’s the sense in talking about politics and things that “should be done” if we just can’t make a difference and pull up a project on our own to start at least somewhere?
It’s this age, this special moment when you realize that you are there to inspire others and be some sort of a role model. A demanding situation, where our own heroes are slowly dying away and we suddenly realize that the honeymoon period is over.
What is it that I would like to teach, show, give to and demand from our children one day? Will I be able to inspire them as much as my heroes have inspired me?