A LETTER TO MY FUTURE GRANDCHILD
My beautiful perfect wonder. You are the reason I was. The reason I spent my whole life searching. I was on a mission to build you, to gather the many different pieces that could create the chamber that would proudly hold a part of my soul. And not just hold but use! Improve! Perfect!
You see, I don’t think that we’ll be leaving here. I don’t think we can. We… got too attacht, too dependent. We got institutionalised. We and this place are one living being. This planet is in our blood. The tides, the seasons, the cycles. We need the yin and yang, the good and evil, the death and birth. But we knew that there was something more. We searched for this force that will be all. The une that unites us. The end to war, to isolation, separation. We believed we could create a new and better world. And we have. But not for us.
In our search for better, for wholense, we have created what defines us, a sense of wonder. We live to be surprised. We live to learn. This quest, this yearning is your inheritance. This is what will lift you up into the sky and pool you away to places we cannot follow.
And we will be sad. We will be angry and resentful, we will envy and hurt, curse and scream. And you will push us back and fight for freedom declaring that you owe us nothing.
My father told me that humanity evolved thanks to grandmothers, that we are the only species on the planet that lives to raise their children’s children. So I hope that you will be raised by these kind words. You are the one. You are the dream. And foolesh young parents who fear and envy have not accepted yet that their time has passed. And all I can hope for is what my grandma hoped for me, that you will take the good and leave the bad.
I hope that you will find compassion. I was not there when my grandma died. I was too busy searching for my peasses. My grandma once asked me how is it possible to paint water? She was amazed by the smooth illusion of paint on canvas. I tried to explain as best I could. I wish I had taught her. I wish we had more time. Maybe you could teach me what you know. Maybe you could teach us not to die.
Good luck Ameca.