Life itself isn’t exhausting, it is actually pretty easy, but my mind exhausts me. There is this feeling of guilt that I cannot shake off. Whatever I do, I will never be able to escape the use of fossil fuels completely. I will always need to choose the lesser evil of two options. Maybe there would be a better way of life but as so many other things, you need to be able to afford that kind of lifestyle. And in some way I realize that whatever I do is miniscule on the greater scheme of things. But it doesn’t eleviate the feeling of guilt. Yeah my individual impact is so miniscule I didn’t even try to bother isn’t exactly what I want to tell my child when they grow up and ask what I have done while the world was being set on fire (not just ecologically speaking).