The meek shall inherit the earth." (Psalms: 37:11).
Even the oldest cliches can reveal new insight if we look at them in the right light, as I discovered while swaying along in a crowded tube carriage two days ago. I realised that, while I agree with the saying, it's not because I hope to be one of the blessed meek. It's because I see it as a call to arms.
An inheritance is not earned, nor is it asked for. It is bestowed upon you. As a 23 year old, I look to my future and wonder what it will be like. What legacy will the power brokers of modern society bestow on my generation? I plan to be happy and healthy in 2050, about to embark on a couple of decades of quiet retirement, doing whatever retirees do in the not-too-distant future. However, a pressing question hovers over my ability to do that. Will poor decision-making in regional and world politics, along with the changing environment, render such a simple plan a naive fantasy?