The Story of Me & The Project

It all started around 2023. I had joined a climate activist group because I felt the need to do something — anything — for the climate. I was so tired of feeling hopeless and powerless, watching one climate-fueled crisis after another unfold, and seeing the world move neither fast enough nor in the necessary direction.

So, I joined. And for a while, I felt like I was doing the right thing, like I was finally making a difference.

— As you can probably tell by how I’m writing this… it didn’t go as planned.

In fact, it ended up having the exact opposite effect leaving me more hopeless and powerless than before I joined. It made me realize a few hard truths:

First: the group, even with its good intentions, felt like it was excluding 95% of people. I think this quote from someone I met there sums it up well:
“If you’re not a vegan or you drive a car, why are you even here?”

At first glance, that might just seem harsh — and maybe it is, and maybe that’s okay. I genuinely believe activist groups like these are essential to drive change. And no — I’m not saying the group I joined was violent or harmed anyone — Just to make it clear, I don’t  advocate for violence as the answer. But they were forceful in their ideals.
Either way, it felt like there wasn’t space for me even if our beliefs aligned. 

The second thing I realized hit even deeper:
Even if I did fit into their group perfectly, I still wouldn’t be able to do much.

Back in 2020, I had a bike accident, and since then I’ve been living with chronic pain. It makes most work — especially physical or fast-paced — nearly impossible. I can only function at my own pace. In this group and most others I wouldn’t be able to show up as needed.

That feeling stuck with me, and it became one of the core reasons I started up this project…

At some point, after I quit the group, I picked up a book — and it triggered something else very essential.

The book is called Half-Earth Socialism.
I’m not promoting the book, there was just one part that stuck with me.

The book talked about Utopian dreams — and why they matter. One point stood out:
If we want to change the world, we have to first know what kind of world we want to live in and be able to picture it.

That’s what a utopian dream gives you — a vision. Something to aim for.
From there, the rest becomes about grounding that dream in reality: What would it take? What steps could lead us there?

These two events — feeling excluded and powerless despite caring deeply, and later reading that book — are what shaped my dream