Life with you so far has been so lovely. I can’t wait to teach you everything you need to know about our environment and hopefully, that will encourage you to follow in your auntie’s footsteps. Although most likely, the world and the climate will be a different place from what I grew up with, I am optimistic that the environment in which you grow up with will be something joyous and full of solar panels!
With love,
Auntie Shish
To the People in my Future Life,
Anytime I’m at the crossroads of life, I pray that I, or anyone else in the same position, will keep you in mind, and try to shape a world that’s the best possible for you.
Dear Annalyse and Greyson,
See people can say they care about climate change, but caring is not action.
Dear Indigenous Persons with Disabilities,
Dear Indigenous Persons with Disabilities,
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise I will take short showers, eat less meat, and buy local more often.
To the Future Generations,
I look at my baby niece today. The newest member of our family, just 3 days old. What will be left for her and her grandchildren?
Dear Future Me,
I hope that when we look back on these years, you’ll see that humanity can be good. That we joined together and fixed it because of we don’t, who will?
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise composting in my house and getting an EV for my first car.
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.
Dear grand nieces and nephews,
I wish you this security knowing we changed because we love you.
Dear Seamus and Tuva,
So it’s 2050. If the good people are winning the greater struggle, fossil fuels are a shamefully long chapter of the past, and there has been a full scale awakening to the need for only renewable, clean energy.
Dear Future Self,
I am scared of the things happening right now with our planet.
Dear Lucy,
The clock ticks, time passes, and the earth and all of its inhabitants move closer to dangerous boundaries we can dimly discern but cannot see clearly.
