I’m writing to you from 2019. It’s scary right now, kids! Developed nations aren’t doing enough to combat climate change. It’s bad news left & right. I want you to have a world with clean water, clean air, biodiversity, community health, and the beauty of the natural world. I personally need to do more and as I learn more about what I can do, I promise, I will.
To my future self,
It is today on March 6th, 2017 that you have made the decision to make a difference in this world.
Dear Earth,
I will keep the air clean so everyone can see the sunset.
To future Geof,
Cool, now that your jetpack is put away in your garage where you keep your flying car; how did the aliens save us from our own destruction? Did they have this hyper advance vacuum that just sucks all the greenhouse gases out of our atmosphere?
Our Shared Promise
I will act today so you may have a healthy earth to live on.
To my future children,
It’s not enough to just recycle. I will sign petitions and call my local representatives. I will also engage in conversations about climate change – even with people with whom I don’t see eye-to-eye.
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise to try to set up crowd funding for grants to people with realistic proposals to fight climate change.
Dear ACS, LG, CM, MCD, AH, MS, AS, GL, and ERD,
I commit to demanding that politicians that want my vote, my time, my substantial help and expertise are people who seek to address climate change seriously and talk about it boldly.
Dear future me,
I am 19 years old, and I am angry.
Dear June and Colin,
I’m sad and angry that collectively more has not been done to this date. And that still with such dire warnings, obvious impacts, those in power are acting far too slowly.
Dear My Future Child,
I want to sculpt a world for you where you can play outside without gas masks, an ocean to swim in without toxins, and a thick lively forest for you to wander.
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise I will do whatever I can to protect and preserve mother Earth for future generations.
My dearest children Ameilia and Alivia,
I want you to hear the whispers of the seasons changing. The rustling of leaves as they gracefully cascade down from their limbs in the fall, birds singing in spring, and frogs that serenade the summer night.
