Dear friend,
I've spent a lot of time thinking about the future of our world.
I'm not sure if it's healthy, but it seems unavoidable when you’re researching ways to enter the fight for climate change. I recently encountered a concern that made me consider how the looming crisis has affected the way I see future life endeavors.
This concern has been the raising of children. It has occupied much of my bandwidth because I've been unable to reconcile how to raise children in a hostile future environment. Hostile insofar as things remain the way they are, which is how it often feels when I reflect upon my own behavior as a consumer.
Perhaps that reveals my view on what’s to come in the following decades. Pessimism is like a rain cloud hanging over your head, always threatening to rain; drizzling but never quite pouring. It leaves you waiting for a disaster that never arrives.
And to be frank, I don’t know what’s worse: never having fully lived because of the looming crisis — or having lived fully, only to have it all taken away. I know it’s not a dichotomy, but I wonder if anyone else struggles with this. I wonder if I'm the only one who reeks with worry.
In the apartment building across my own, I am reminded climate action has already begun.
Contractors work under the hot Singapore sun, drilling and hammering away. It's not conducive, given my indefinite work-from-home status, but it’s bitter sweet. They’re installing solar panels on roofs; a government initiative towards renewable energy. It's always nice to see tax payers dollars going towards the improvement of infrastructure. Future proofing, as we may call it.
And speaking of the government, solar panels, and worry, I think there is something that can come out of all of this. Seeing climate action in action makes me believe change is coming. We’re not as stagnant as I originally believed.
Looking back at the past three issues I've written for OGO has given me a little direction on future pieces. I am a reader, and through my readings I thought it fitting to share the information I had obtained with those I knew through a blog. To help raise environmental awareness, perhaps, or spark conversations to change the minds of naysayers, and so forth.
I thought my offering would be akin to larger blogs of larger thinkers with larger audiences. But after having read, written, and deleted in what seems like many repetitive cycles, I’ve come to realize it can’t come to that because I don’t yet possess the courage to work my way to the fore front of climate action. And when doubt runs rampant, a blog set to profess hope will not amount to anything significant. In any case there seems to be a moral imperative to avoid professing what I do not myself own.
What OGO has to become, is a record of my own hope seeking narrative. Of seeing change in a decaying world. Of embodying future courage for child raising.
At least that’s how I hope my story begins, unfolds, and ends. That, I believe, is the central foundation OGO will rest on. Perhaps I may summarize the next steps forward like this:
Seeking hope through visible climate action.
Til the next one,
D. Teyogu