I created this blog a long time ago. I don’t really have the reasons as to why I never wrote in it. Perhaps I was a little afraid of showing a little bit of the real me. But today something has happened that woke up the sleeping writing-monster inside me. I have been actively involved in the 350.org campaign, advocating for climate change and creating awareness of its impact. Especially here in my island. Today I went into 350.org and saw their last update. It made me cry. I keep thinking on all the work we’ve been doing, and it fills me with hope and faith that when people unite for a noble cause, many great things can happen. The climate conference in Copenhagen has been a wreck. Rich countries are bullying poor ones to submit to a weak climate deal. One that implies their own survival is put at stake. It fills me with anger and frustration that powerful people can be so cruel. The whole world has come together to demand a real deal, a Fair-Ambitious-Binding climate deal. And yet, the negotiations are coming apart.
I know that I should have hope. But hope seems something so far-fetched with the way things are going. I feel so proud of everything that the whole world has achieved. We have put aside our differences, the continents that divide us and have united in what we think is right. I have worked very hard here in my country for this. The 24th of October we celebrated the International Day of Climate Action with an Eco-Picnic. This day will always be remembered as the biggest day of climate action in the history of mankind. More than 180 countries came together, celebrating more than 5,000 events all around the world. And just this past Saturday, we also celebrated a vigil, along with 39 countries and 3,000 vigils more. We are already 11million strong and counting. Our voices need to be heard. We need to stand up for our future and demand what is rightfully ours! Tomorrow there will be a worldwide fasting. I plan to take part in that toO. Perhaps many people don’t understand it, but the passion for this cause runs inside me like the blood that runs through my veins.
There’s something so satisfying about taking action on what you believe in. I am so honored to belong to the same group of activists who have lead the road to Copenhagen and guided us through this movement. Sometimes I must admit I have felt afraid and hopeless, but many people have been there for me to help me stand up when I fall. A complete stranger. It seems so ironic that we are all connecting through the disconnection of a world-wide-web. At times, I feel like the right place for me to be in right now is there in Copenhagen. But I am at peace with the assurance that I have done my best here in my country. There are still many lessons to come. In the meanwhile…Hope sees the invisible, feels the intangible and achieves the impossible.
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