A coffee shop. Me, seated next to the window. Waiting. Waiting for Tomorrow.
Tomorrow is a girl I have ‘met’ online. Not on a dating app, but at an online conference. The kind of awkward conference with hundreds of people who look nice, but you cannot talk to.
Tomorrow was not part of the crowd but was an affluent speaker talking about climate change. A problem of today.
Tomorrow happened to come to the city I was living in. She got a gig about climate change. She loved the topic and made it her job title, ‘climate change consultant’.
“Climate change should be on everybody’s mind”, she said between two sips of iced coffee.
I nodded but thought about my grandma whose mind was focused on watering her vegetables and cooking delicious dishes for her grandkids every day.
“People don’t care about climate change, most of them just want to make enough money to send the kids to school,” I said, reminding her that most Vietnamese people made less than 300$ a month.
Our privileges made us worry about world problems. Who knows? It might be easier to be poor and grounded.
Tomorrow had plenty of ideas to gather youth and fight climate change. She was young and full of hopes for the future.
