To My Future Children,
I’m writing you this letter on March 1, 2018. You are a thought in my mind, in the distant future, a future I hope can become more progressive as we grow and develop new technologies. You never see this, but I want to document this letter to write it to look back and see how we have progressed as a world. As effects of climate change set in, we have recently felt the harsh realities in our own country. You will hear about the fires in my home state, how some of my friends had to evacuate their homes for safety and how I stressed out your grandmother by demanding we donate goods to the people that lost their homes. I want you to read this and realize that this is just one of the things that has happened in the recent past, and provoke you to think about how you can help the future.
There will be stories told to you by your grandparents and uncle on how I was a strange, eclectic woman that dressed in secondhand clothes and worked at an animal rescue and vintage store in my teenage years, but I want to teach you all of the ways I integrated sustainability into my daily life to try to prevent contributing wasteful emissions. This will explain why our house has solar panels and why we do not use straws. You will hear from all my friends on how I ranted and raved on the textile industry and made my college roommates live a zero-waste lifestyle to the best of their ability, and even in our house I am still trying my best.
This is the time in our lives that sustainability is more important than ever, as the glaciers are melting and places like Florida and Texas have experienced massive flooding. These catastrophes have been caused by my generation and past generations, and we are finally starting to take a big step forward to a better future. I sincerely hope that you will continue to make the world a better place as I am still trying to right now.