A letter from Oct 17th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, Right now I am 65. It doesn't feel as old as it sounds... I wonder if I will make it to 75 or if I even want to... I remember my parents saying that life was going to hell in a handbasket. Wonder what they would say today. The babies started having babies. Those babies had babies and grand parents are raising them. What will the next generation bring. There is So Much hate in the world. So much entitlement. I live in the hope that future generations go back to the depression era. When people cared for each other, needed each other. Not the desperation of not eating, but the pooling of resources. It is not inconceivable. there are already water shortages and the loss of bees is supposed to challenge food harvesting... I don't want to believe it is the *end of days* with all of the unheard of diseases and famines... it wouldn't be awful to be the end of this downward spiral. Be The Change people Be The Change