The Call To Action

Ever since I was a little child I have been full of global warming dread; I think I was around 7 when I found myself making videos using movie maker to warn people about the imminent destruction of our planet to the most dramatic music ever.

With time this turned into praxis, bringing together the youth of my community to clean our green spaces, full of hopecore and the 3 R's of recycling; I was embarking into the journey to save the world.

But not everything is sunshine, lollipops and rainbows, starts quietly; the prosper of war. We already only had water 3 times a week, then the electricity was missing more and more, the food and finally the medicines, with it came fear, crime, kidnapping, never safe anywhere, specially not in your sleep.

When one is a economical refuge one can really forget that first knife to the heart huh? The day one learns that we are killing our home. Oddly fitting, all things considered.

What the "life's short" defenders don't ever talk about is that, you have time, so much time, that life changes, and suddenly you don't look behind you constantly as you walk down the streets, one has so much time to heal, and feel, and breath, every emotion you have been chugging down in order to survive, this is of course, cause I have the immense privilege to have a mother that sold everything for a future for us. And before I move forward I would like to take a moment for everyone that's still stuck in survival.

That being said, crawling out of survival for a virgo stelium is a truth Kafkian nightmare, so there I was a software engineer in the search for enlightenment.

I did not find it, but I did found out that no matter how many hippie communities you go, the irs always finds you. In that sense I went back into going up the corporate ladder, somehow the exit door doesn't disappear once you are back to normality. It shines silently, intermittent, this dark omen that reminds you that you are not living the life you thought you would, the back room is open, and what was once kafka is now full of Catholic guilt, when the soul inside you have been suck so dried that sitting to work feels like hell will break open and drag you down.

Hope that brings you to speed in how I feel about bringing "stakeholder" value, Machiavelli would say this are just tools, just language, perhaps it's not that deep bro. But, even so, I whimsymaxx.

The problem is simple, how can I transform my 9h of daily work from "just making people more money" to "bringing systematic change into the world".

My response was "Tech for good"... but how?