BY MELISSA KONG

Recently, I happened upon an essay by Paphawi Leksakundilok. This 16-year-old teenager from Thailand recently won the accolade of Thailand’s IMPAC Young Writer’s Award, associated with the IMPAC Dublin Literary Award.
In her story, she writes about a child in the future, who lives in a world where the sea is at her doorstep, where the sun will easily scorch you to death, and where you cannot walk under the stars at night without suffering from the biting cold. She sits in a cave and listens to her grandfather in awe, captivated by tales of the wonders that the world once offered and of the luxury her ancestors once lived in.
She has never had the experience of seeing forests and flowers, of living in a house, or of using a computer. She merely knows that these things once existed through the tales her grandfather tells her. She knows nothing of the world that once was, because climate change and global warming has altered the Earth beyond the point of possible recovery.
This essay, to me, serves as a chillingly ominous warning. Looking back on what humanity has done in the past, more often than not, we seem to not think of the result of our actions. We’d rather deal with things when they happen, and not plan beforehand to avoid and combat the matter altogether.
But now, the issue is different. What we did in the past is catching up with us, and could threaten our very existence and the planet we inhabit. As Winston Churchill said, “The era of procrastination, of half-measures, of soothing and baffling expedients, of delays, is coming to a close. In its place we are entering a period of consequences.”
Already, we are seeing the effect of climate change. Hurricanes, earthquakes, droughts and famine are becoming increasingly frequent and more devastating. Islands are disappearing with the rise in sea levels.
What if the imagined became real? What if this piece of fiction ironically became reality?
It it often said that prevention is better than the cure. Hence, I urge you all: do something, before it is too late, before fiction turns to fact.