As I’m writing this I am halfway through the 1st semester of my 2nd year of grad school. I hope that when you’re reading this, I have had a fulfilling career helping people or the environment, at least indirectly, and have made a lasting impact on the world. I hope that governments have found ways to reduce CO2 emissions, and that even citizens in wealthy and privileged countries understand how to reduce their carbon footprints.
Pour ma famille,
Il faut trouver le 7ème sens et se battre pour des causes justes, comme l´amour et la liberté.
Dear Future Me: Only open after March 4th, 2050
I don’t regret my past ventures, nor do I believe I will regret my future ventures, but I’ve learned that I’ve needed to manifest these experiences into actions of sustainable development and conservation and protection of our environment.
Dear Kiya,
Fighting for a system that rewards care for people and planet over profit.
I promise to stop eating junk food.
To My Grandchildren,
It’s my hope that the following will be helpful as you navigate your futures. These are the confessions of a climate activist:
Al mio piccolo, grandissimo bambino,
Hai compiuto da poco 1 anno e giusto ieri hanno annunciato la scoperta di 7 pianeti che potrebbero racchiudere in essi la possibilità di sviluppare, o aver già sviluppato, vita a livello organico.
To the future,
Today, I will hope and envision the future I wish to achieve. Then tomorrow, I will have tough conversations, I will call my local representatives, I will continue to fight for this world.
Dear Tomorrow,
I’ll buy only food that I plan to eat before it spoils.
Dear My Future Child,
I want to sculpt a world for you where you can play outside without gas masks, an ocean to swim in without toxins, and a thick lively forest for you to wander.
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise to change the culture of my school.
To My Fellow Two-Spirits,
Thank you — Thank you — without you, I would not hear butterflies singing, without you, I would not understand black bear humor, or the creativity of jays planning their breakfast, without you, I would not feel flora whispers of long-lived wisdom on the back of my neck while sitting in Padmasana.
Pick up your trash wherever you go!
