Sorry,

I’m not sure what type of World we’re leaving you.

I’m not sure what we will tell you, when you will ask: “Why haven’t you done anything to stop this?”

They will try to convince you, that nothing could have been done.

But really, we knew.

For some weird reason, most of us were too busy, instagramming food, and counting the likes, while the last rhinos silently left the planet.

Absorbed in a superficial image of who we are, of who we think we could be, of who we wish we were, we missed the only things that matter.

Busy, showing others that we were looking for meaning, for something deep, captioning selfies with some once meaningful quotes, in the deepest of the shallowness.

But really, we knew.

We lived in the most prosperous time, enjoying the most advanced technology, flying in the sky, communicating instantly, sharing the whole World’s knowledge in seconds.

But of course, for some weird reason, scrolling endlessly a facebook feed always felt more appealing for us, than learning and doing something about what was happening.

Because really, we knew.

We buried our head in the sand, refusing to see what was impossible to miss, denying what was irrefutable.

I’m not sure what type of World we’re leaving you, my dear nephew.

But as I write those lines,
I still hold a secret hope,

That you will never have to ever read them.

Because today, we can still do something.
Because today, really, we know.

And even if the time is running out,
it’s never too late, until it is.

I promise to do my best, so you never have to hear me saying sorry, for mistakes we knew we were doing, without really doing anything.