Dear Future Me,
I’m not sure where we’ll be in 2050. Hell, I’m not sure we can even beat climate change but we have to try. So I hope the future is bright and filled with trees, and that you published your books. That a difference was made not just by you but by everyone. 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?
I had this thought, during a bad episode where I broke down while thinking everything is hopeless. That is humans are an invasive species because aren’t we doing what they do? Destroying ecosystems, killing off species. Sometimes I think it’s true, but I won’t give up. I’ll believe that we can fix this until my last breath. I’ll keep trying to be heard, so no day I’ll get to be you.
A person who went through this crisis and survived it. I hope a lot of people get to become that too. That we can prove the deniers and liars wrong. I though maybe you could use a photo of Mom to get your sports high. I love her.
Love,
Leia