Dear Seeker of Love:

 

Love is the highest aspiration of human kind, yet the love you seek is actually within you.  When you understand how vast and varied and beautiful you are, love is born.  This is the true beginning of love.  When you learn to truly appreciate what you are, others notice and are attracted.  This is how love works.  If you have lost the love of another, return to appreciation & understanding of yourself before you seek love from others.  The flower spreads its petals in an act of self-appreciation.  This is what attracts the bees.

If you seek love, first seek your love for your true self.  It is not "selfish" to love yourself; in fact it is your true purpose, for we are all connected.

 

Written by Fron

Dear people of the Maldives,

I don't know any of you personally but I wanted to write to you.  I'm pretty mad about oil companies and the habits and complacency of the "west"--the nonchalance with which we drive our cars and go on with our luxurious, bountiful lives, neglecting those who live elsewhere, live different realities.

For you, climate change is real.  Your land is "sinking".  For us, it remains just an idea, a far-away concept.  We don't feel the consequences yet.  We believe we are above them.  We believe technology will save us.  We are told these lies by the corporate world--and the government--who benefit from our addiction to oil.

I am sorry.  I don't know how some people can make decisions with so little foresight and so little care for their fellow human beings.  Maybe they never got enough love in their childhoods.

I don't know what they're thinking, either.  What will their money and riches mean, when the planet becomes unlivable?  What do they think they will buy?

I don't know what your everyday life is like.  What is it like, to live on the other side of injustice?

I don't know how things will go, I don't know if people here will wake up, if political will can be revived, if it will be too late by then.  I don't know that things will be okay.  I don't know that our planet can live through this warming--or, if the planet does, that humans will.

I think things will end.  They always do.  But I guess I believe there is some value in trying to make the best of it even as we're in senescence, even as we know things will be different, harder, uncertain, unpredictable.  There is some value in continuing to try and connect, to say true things, to sympathize, to care.

I can't offer much besides my words.  I can't say that I can change anyone's habits, except my own.  I just want you to know that someone does care, that someone recognizes the inequities and is outraged by them, that our places could have easily been switched, that you matter to me.