Last minute, I was able to attend the Climate Strike on September 20th. I didn’t have a sign or a shirt or anything fancy: I simply had my self and my camera, to show up, to add to the numbers, and to bear witness through my film. Upon arrive, I got choked up at the amount of teens there. Everyone from punk kids to VSCO girls. When I was their age, I didn’t think climate change was a big deal and honest, I was probably too self-absorbed (and privileged) to care about anything that policitcal. To hear teenagers speak articulately in front of such a large crowd gives me hope that, despite all of this, empathy still exists and maybe things like climate change and the mental health crisis don’t have to keep getting worse. Maybe it can get better. Maybe it will.
I’m nowhere near competent on this issues and I’m nowhere near living a fully sustainable life, but I hope that I will keep learning and growing and maybe that's just it: maybe if we do that, it can get better—and will.