There’s a reason I’ve always believed words are dangerous—maybe it’s because I once saw a man try to explain to his wife why the vacuum she wanted was “too expensive.” He misused one word, and, well, let’s just say I still hear faint echoes of his apology every time I pass their house.
Words are like fishhooks. Use them right, and you catch dinner. Use them wrong, and you’re tangled up in a line that leaves you flailing like a trout. That’s why I’ve decided to approach my river advocacy the same way a bear approaches a salmon run—carefully and with a clear plan.
You see, some folks like to dive into debates about climate change or environmental policies with all the grace of a moose belly-flopping into a creek. But not me. I know the real key to change isn’t screaming until your voice cracks; it’s about wise use of words. (And not misplacing them, like the man with the vacuum.)
But here’s the real kicker: most people just bury their heads in the sand. It’s like they think if they can’t see the rising water levels, they won’t get wet. Meanwhile, I’m out here trying to convince everyone to put on a life jacket before the river turns into beachfront property.
Now, I’m not saying we all need to grab pitchforks and storm the nearest dam. What I’m saying is, if we all act—whether individually or together—we’ve got a chance to save the streams, the fish, and maybe even our sense of humor. So, next time you’re about to scroll past that post about clean water or climate action, think about this: don’t let your words (or lack of them) leave you swimming upstream.
Because trust me, it’s better to choose your words wisely than to end up like the guy who called his wife’s vacuum “unnecessary.” He’s still on the couch, wondering what exactly went wrong.
What do you think?
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