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Dear future fellas (coz I may probably never have children)

100 years from now, I expect(hope) that humanity will find a way to save our only planet from the inevitable destruction.

If I will be given the chance to be alive around 2100, I may probably just want to chill out and breathe in fresh oxygen from the outside of our home. It has been hard for me to be chasing around my dreams. If you don’t know what kind of a person am I, well I am that ambitious and prideful kind. I am not even sure if people will even read what I am writing. Well anyway, I want to tell you that life is more than chasing your dreams and ambitions. Sometimes, life is about taking a nap outside your home, under the starapple tree, while grandma is counting grocery money inside.

If I will be given the chance to live longer like forever, well I probably will build a trash collecting business. Not the usual (during this time 2020) garbage collecting business, but a world trash-collector. I want to be the one to collect all the wastes on this planet, and set my rocket to the direction of blackhole.

I want to save this planet. As much as possible, please stop using plastics and start inventing objects that can by recycled. It is important to save this blue planet because terraforming other planet is close to zero percent. I am not saying it is entirely impossible (2020), but I am just saying that saving home is more important that migrating to another planet whose future is very uncertain.

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