Dear future students,
Dear our in future we promise to work hard for the planet, we are positive and we think that the planet will be saved. We have to fight to protect our home .
Dear our in future we promise to work hard for the planet, we are positive and we think that the planet will be saved. We have to fight to protect our home .
More Messages to the Future
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise to buy organic food and run more and bike more! (I could use the exercise.)
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise I will do whatever I can to protect and preserve mother Earth for future generations.
My darling Cassidy,
I know I need to write this to you, and I don’t want to because it makes me so sad. I have been desperately avoiding my feelings about climate change, for many years, but especially and with greater intensity every year since you were born.
Dear Children,
I wish I had a crystal ball and could peep into it to see you all happy and safe in a world that nourishes you and that is also nourished by you, a world where the resources it provides are as valued as the people in it and not frittered away by greed and power.
To my future children,
I am doing everything I can because I want the footprint that I leave behind to be my feet in the sand on a beach and not a carbon one.
Dear Tomorrow,
I will work to restore the wetlands.
To my daughter and son,
Surrounded by scientists who shared my fears and visions, I often had a hard time to accept that outside our small community climate change received marginal attention.
Dear Nuriel, Eliran, and Rotem,
Sometimes I think we will never make it, but I know we must keep trying.
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 old dude Mårten,
I know that the 2019 version of me (today that is) wished and hoped for that I did all within my power to turn the world around without loosing sight on the beauty of being alive.
Dear Victoria, sugar pie honey bunch, chiquita loquita,
How can I look at your bright eyes and light dance and tell you we are facing a war?
Dear Ezmae,
As I write this, I consider giving up as it sometimes seems that all is lost. But then I think of you.
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