I’m afraid to grow up, or really, if I’ll be allowed to.
I was always told at a young age that my generation would be the ones to reverse the imminent march towards mass extinction, to return the planet back to her former glory.
But the damage continues.
Four years, one-hundred seventy-three days, and seconds in counting left on the climate clock.
The irreversible change is staring us down, why does no one care?
Once the numbers strike zero, it’ll practically be impossible to reverse our wrongdoings, yet, “drill baby drill.”
I want to live past my twenties.
