I was shocked reading yesterday that a tanker spilled tonnes of tar in the Mediterranean, causing an ecological disaster in which signs are well visible on 150km of Israeli shorelines.

I was amazed reading the same day that hundreds of citizens from all over the country woke up that morning, without prior planning, read the news, and chose to come voluntarily to clean the beaches.

I visited Tel Aviv Port yesterday night. Just because. On my own. I leaned against the boardwalk railing and looked deep into the darkness on the horizon.

Behind my back: lights, sounds, life. In front – complete darkness. complete silence. Except for the foam created by the waves crashing on the stone, it’s almost impossible to see anything – not even the sea.

But we know that in the morning the sun will rise and the sea will be there, and the horizon will be there – and from that horizon, the sun will shine to illuminate it.

The realization that struck me was that it was impossible to cross the sea from standing on the railing and looking at it. It may take significant amounts of time, it will require investment, courage, and lots and lots of willpower – but it certainly won’t happen without the choice to go ahead – to make the first step.

Choices are interesting. The choice to get up in the morning and decide to clean beaches because I care – is an interesting thing indeed.

Some might say that this choice is a stupid choice. Those who choose it are suckers.
“I didn’t pollute the shoreline – why should I be the one to clean it? Those who are responsible for the problem should be the ones who find the solution. I’m not saying the shoreline doesn’t need cleaning – it does – even properly and deeply – but there is no point for me to do it. Even if I did – my biggest efforts would be nothing, a drop in the sea.”

And I say – what is a sea, if not a collection of drops that flow together?

What is a choice, if not a collection of voices that compromise?

We have so much power – powerful voices within us, each one pulling us in a certain direction. It is true for humanity, it is true for our nation; it’s true for us as a community, and it’s true for each one of us – as a person.

How intense are those voices. When they reach consensus – we can change world orders – literally. When they don’t – what destruction – what turmoil – what war they can bring upon us.

So sometimes we’re facing the “easy” choices – those which are right in our comfort zone, those we’ve always made, opposed to the “difficult” choices – those which require us to do a meaningful deed, to adopt an inner change.

One thing I’ve learned – you mustn’t live in fear of change – neither the external change nor the internal one. It might be more convinient and safe in our comfort zone – in the small pool we’re swimming in, but if we do not venture out of it – we’ll never discover there’s a sea, an ocean.

The choice of the “safe” or “familiar”, the fear of an alternative, choosing what is feeling good – might be the reason we will not get even better.
And sometimes the braver choice will hurt us – we can’t control results, that’s correct. But even staying in our small pool can hurt us, and we won’t even know. We can’t control whether to get hurt – but we can choose how, and by whom.

Soon a day will come and the sun will rise, and we will see a new horizon beyond the blue waves. Soon the day will come for us to make a choice, that will affect what horizon will be there. It is always believed that this day is far away, somewhere in the dim, uncertain future – but it’s not. It’s close – very close.

And it will be the time to let go of the fear.
The chance to make a change.

The day to choose right.