Unforgiving. That is the desert landscape of West Texas. Nearly dead plants cling to life under the endless sky, pounded by the cruel rays of a star millions of miles away. Sand and grit for miles, and not a drop of water to offer relief. Why would any living thing choose to call this home? Much less any human being, who should have better sense?
The pumps that operate ceaselessly, every day of the year know why. The rough necks, their hands calloused and their faces weather worn know why. I know why. The reason lies beneath our feet, thousands of feet below the surface. That is, under the unappealing surface of this harsh land is a treasure: namely, oil. Energy. Power.
It takes a perseverant spirit to retrieve this treasure, to crack open the earth and receive its gift. A precious gift, one that provides our homes with heat and light and fuels our journeys, wherever they may lead. Beautiful, that we power our modern lives with the remnants of life millions of years past.
When asked what I’d like to do with my life, I say become a petroleum engineer. But in my mind, I know I really mean to say treasure hunter, uncovering the secrets of the deep earth, those far below the surface. And the best part about this treasure? We all partake of the benefits from its discovery. I want to be at the helm, ensuring that this precious resource is unearthed responsibly and judiciously.