A letter from August 8th, 2020

Hello, future me. This is a time of the greatest uncertainties about the future than my generation has ever faced just yet. I'm certain that you won't forget the pandemic, or the loud protests in the street of the USA fighting for justice of those who's bloom was spilled. I find it crazy how police keeps brutal and even more dangerous than before at protests against (checks notes)...police brutality. They are kidnapping people in unmarked vans now, before, they weyte lynching black folk all across the country and documenting it as suicide. Now, they are trying to postpone the elections. Facism is on the rise in the west, and I give my heart to those who raise against it. May each of their bodies and souls be watched over abd protected, they are the sculpturers of our future, the change of the world as we know it. It might be funny that I say all that, while living in the Middle East. Oh, the absolute ********* here never ceases. This everlasting pain was set and cursed upon us by Western Europe and the US, I believe only a revolution that comes from those winds can stop the war. I want to believe in peace. Im sick. Im tired. I don't care want people to be heartless and close their eyes to deaths they support abd sponsor. Please don't let this keep happening. Please, tell me that the future looks different, that the human kind is healing from the poison of wealth and hatered