The road I learned to ride my bike on, the field where I kicked my first soccer ball, and the park I ate my first ice cream cone at, could all be gone.

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Krista Kihlander
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Dear Tomorrow,

I have wept for the mere thought of your potential nonexistence. I have wept for your beauty that is being tarnished with each passing day, each passing minute. And lastly, I have wept for the ignorant majority who take for granted the sun rising each day.

Tomorrow becomes more and more frightening each and every day as more and more people assume someone else will solve the global warming crisis we are currently facing. They remain bystanders because they believe the problem is too great for one single person to take on. And so they go about their lives, worrying about all the wrong things – the very things that are contributing to our planet’s deterioration.

I am genuinely fearful that I will not be able to show my own grandchildren the town I grew up in, because it will have been washed away years before they were born. The road I learned to ride my bike on, the field where I kicked my first soccer ball, and the park I ate my first ice cream cone at, could all be gone. Many scoff at these fears, but I know they are all too real of possibilities.

I have recognized that my generation is the one that has the most potential to reverse global warming. I have also recognized that it is my duty as a person on this Earth to actively do so. To open my mouth and speak about the unspoken. To take the impossible and make it possible. To be a steady mind in this unsteady catastrophe.

Tomorrow, I promise I will not be afraid to fail you in this mission. I will surpass failure and work for the greater good. I will, with every fiber in my being, work toward reversing the current crisis we humans have faced you with.

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Minhas lindas,

As causas das mudanças no clima são tão profundas e envolvem tanta gente e tantos lugares.

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