Letter From the Storm

To My Children—and to Every Child Growing Up in This Storm

Photo by Daiga Ellaby on Unsplash

I don’t know exactly what kind of world you’ll inherit.
And I won’t lie to you—what I see around me makes me worry.

Too many of the people in power are building a future for themselves—not for you, not for your generation, and not for what really matters.
What really matters is whether you feel safe enough to ask questions, free enough to imagine something better, and loved enough to believe your life has meaning beyond productivity.

The systems we were told to trust are unraveling.
And many people have gone quiet, unsure how to face what’s coming, hoping that if they keep moving, things might somehow hold.

But you? You are not powerless. And you are not alone.

I won’t pretend I can protect you from everything. But I can stand between you and the lie that says you must be small, silent, or afraid.

The truth is, the world is being reshaped—fast.
And a lot of what’s being built isn’t meant to include you.
They want you to grow up obedient, exhausted, distracted.
They want you to trade your creativity for productivity.
Your dreams for compliance.
Your questions for quiet.

But you don’t belong to them.

You are wild, curious, and deeply human.

That’s what I’m fighting to protect. Not just your body. Not just your survival.
But your spirit.
Your right to imagine something better.
Your right to create. To question. To live fully awake.

Even when I’m scared, I’m trying.
Even when I’m tired, I’m paying attention.
Because I know how easy it is to drift into silence—and how much it costs to stay there.

So, if one day you ask me what I was doing during all this...
If you want to know why I kept writing, or organizing, or speaking out...
It’s because I refused to let you grow up thinking this broken world is the best we could do.

You were never meant to carry this all alone.
But I hope you carry your questions with courage.
I hope you never forget that imagination is a form of resistance.
I hope you seek knowledge that empowers you, and I hope you use it to uplift others.
And I hope you find others who still believe that being human means more than being useful.

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To other parents, caretakers, and people who still care:

If this letter speaks to you, write your own.
Write to your kids, your future grandkids, your community, or to the person you used to be.

You don’t have to publish it.
You don’t have to make it perfect.
You just have to speak the truth—out loud or on paper—before it gets buried beneath the noise.

Tag it: #LettersFromTheStorm
Share it. Hide it. Pass it on.
But don’t stay silent.

We don’t owe the future hope.
We owe it honesty.
We owe it witness.
We owe it a way out.

With love and fire,

Photo by Parker Johnson on Unsplash

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