I’m not ready to die.
Now, I realize nobody is ever ready to die. Yes, I’m not sounding really rational. Truth is, I’m pretty scared. I skipped my nightly devotion of a Rosary in favor of holding it and just finding comfort in that. Climate change scares the living daylights out of me because I don’t see a solution in sight. I can’t fathom world leaders actually doing what they’re supposed to and fixing the problems we face. What’s worse, I’m not old enough to try getting into a position of power myself and fixing it from there. I don’t want to be scared, but I don’t really see a way to not be.
I want to be a father and a husband. I want to pass on my knowledge and wisdom to others. I want to make my world a better place. Most of all, I want to live the life I should’ve been living since I was born. God deserves a saint, and I haven’t been one. I want to change that. I know God wants me to change that too. But I can’t do any of that if I’m not around.
What should a young adult like me do in the face of the culture of fear around climate change? How should I respond? How should I keep up hope? How should I live a life of heroic virtue now, in case these years are the only ones I have to live that life?
I know this is not the most level-headed of posts. If it’s better to have removed, I’ll do that. I just didn’t really know where else to go to find the catholic response to this problem I’m having.