Do you remember what it felt like to be young? Like all the world was in front of you? The feeling of invincibility and an infinite amount of hope?
As we grow older, we lose that, and we become cynics, looking but never truly believing, and reflect on the Halcyon days of our youth with wistful smiles. So idealism fades with time, does it?
But what about the children? The five-year-olds and the ten-year-olds? What about all the kids in Japan right now, after their world has fallen apart? Do we expect them to be as carefree as we once were?
Or do we know that there are children out there that have just as little hope for the future as most of us do now?
I'd like it if we could give some of that hope back, through handwritten letters mailed to Japan for their students to read and realize that the whole world is behind them even as they struggle to remember what it means to be a kid. To regain some of the hope that's been lost in the broken remains of of a beautiful country.
But all that's broken can be repaired.
Which means hope can too.
So can we do something about it? Return some lost hope through black-and-white words etched on paper, and bring a bit of constancy in a world that operates only in grayscale?
Please visit www.wecareact.org/letterstojapan or email letterstojapan@wecareact.org for more information.