Take a few minutes
and imagine
why we work so hard.
The future—
or rather, our future life—
you probably imagine
robots capable of serving us,
flying cars,
floating buildings,
and the automation
of everything and anything.
But I,
I imagine a world.
A world without war,
without pollution,
without starving children
and without unhappy adults,
without lies,
without the word “stranger”
on our lips,
but filled with plants,
forests, deserts,
ice,
animals,
and above all, filled
with love,
with life.
A beautiful dream,
isn’t it?
And yet,
we’re not doing enough
to make it a reality.
The future
is, in fact, our only hope.
So why ignore it?
Why act as if nothing is happening—
as if the trees aren’t burning,
as if our ice isn’t melting,
as if waste isn’t being dumped,
as if our Earth isn’t being polluted?
Perhaps the only way to fix this
is to open our eyes
and wake up
from a long slumber that our conscience has brought about,
probably to protect itself.
