Dearest Grandchildren, I am composing this letter on behalf of my generation, widely known as the Millennial generation to document the series of rather grim events that unfolded at the start of the year. I will continue Part II of this letter at the end of the year in a much more positive note, I hope.
We never truly know what the future has in store for us. However by diving into the past & reminiscing from our previous experiences, by analyzing patterns & processes and having a sense of awareness in our present; we can to an extent compute a rough estimate of the set of possible outcomes that could occur. We can Guess.
Spring is the most beautiful time of the year. It’s that time when the sun is shining, the birding are singing and the flowers are blooming. It brings forth the renewal of life from the harsh cold winter; right before Summer and all those ‘Suns out, Guns out’ posts that plague social media outlets.