I am having mixed feelings about Elon Musk.
Hungry people smiling at the sky
Uhm …
How have you been?
I've had a damn stressful week here and I have written so little.
Sincerely, I can't wait for when I'd be done with exams so …
So I can be free.
And talking about being free, it has taken me some nerves to post today's issue.
To be honest, I admire Musk a lot and would love to meet him some day.
But this issue may be the reason that meeting doesn't happen.
Thing is, if I am worried every time about who I may offend, I'd never do this writing thing well.
And I am not saying stepping on feet is the way to climb the stairway up.
I am saying the stairway up requires courage. And sometimes, it's the courage to be honest.
The courage to be free.
Enough of the lecture …
OK. What do I want to say about Elon again?
SpaceX launched another spaceship.
My X timeline was flooded with videos of rocket exhaust spraying fire and smoke.
People were tweeting posting congratulations and hailing Elon’s vision and stark tenacity.
It was another victory in the long line of victories that would hopefully take humans to Mars and make us an interplanetary species.
But even as I took it all in:
Saw the sheer hugeness of the rocket, contemplated the genius and sacrifice of thousands of staff at SpaceX and the awesomeness of it all,
There was this nagging, sinking realization:
Why are we sending rocket ships to space, when people here on Earth can’t even feed?
I was like: Elon, quit shooting those iron rods into space when 28 million Americans (where you live) don't have access to clean water.
Wait.
If you’re not:
1. A psychopath with 0 feelings of compassion
2. Someone who’s dispassionate toward numbers and data (which ofc is weird),
Then the stats on stuff like malnutrition, war and disease will bring mucus out of your ears.
I don't want to do this. Like, spill the research on human suffering …
Seems to me like a few people are so infatuated with their childhood fantasies and have all the money in the world to throw at it.
But I have figured it somehow sucks to tell other people how to spend their own money.
It’s a slimy sense of entitlement to want to dictate to the man.
Like, where was I when Musk was doing 40-hour workweeks, you get?
Thing is, I should just become a billionaire and spend my money on humanitarian efforts.
I shouldn’t talk.
But really?
Maybe I can talk (because of course I have a PC and a website to blog on, lol)
Maybe I shouldn’t.
But f* it.
I must.
Hey Elon, could you please, please, please …
Help the starving kids in the Congo?
Thank you so much for spending your time to read this issue.
Wanenu like my people say.
I hope it blessed you. (Another is coming in a few days. Maybe tomorrow.)
Till next time,