A Capsule Letter to a Human From The Future

Despite everything — I choose to believe

Hey there, human!

You might see this letter a year after it was published, ten years, twenty years. My imagination is thinking that you are reading this after even a thousand years passed by. I don’t know you but I need to share some things with you.

It’s 2020 right now, and it only seems like we strengthen our connection to the internet. Perhaps in your time, there are no ethernet cables, and the internet speed is in the terabytes or more. Probably in your era, computers are now part of your body and not an external machine that makes you type on a keyboard to make letters appear on the screen. I make it sound like I’m from early 2000. Well, actually, I did live through that as well. I was born in 1987 and therefore had a childhood with no internet at all.

Those were the days. But I’m not here to reminisce on the past.

My “roommates” in 2020 might find this letter boring. But, for some reason, I felt the urge to write some words for you. I know we will never meet. I will die in probably under sixty years from today, and your grand-grandparents might not even have been born yet.

Part of me is thinking, well, maybe this letter will go where I can’t. Maybe it will be the thing that remains after we have all been forgotten and returned to the earth. And yet, my soul yearns for a better future. A brighter future.

God knows I’ve been through a lot. And for you, that God might have done some wondrous things. Maybe that God revealed themself to you and made you miracles. Perhaps they decided to “start over” like Noah’s ark, and you find this in some remnant from the past.

Most likely, they might have stayed silent and made you doubt if they exist.

But religion isn’t the purpose of this letter.

A pandemic plagues Earth of 2020. In your history books, these years might be the turning point for Humanity — for better or worse.

The Coronavirus has killed and keeps on killing hundreds of thousands of people every day worldwide. And as I write these words — in August 2020 — there is still no commercial-grade vaccine.

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