But as for the future, I foresee a world which is more creative

The poet Amanda Gorman, whose voice rose like a golden dawn over a divided nation, once declared: “But as for the future, I foresee a world which is more creative, more open, more loving, more ecologically friendly, more honest about its history and progress, and I think a lot of those contributions will be made by young people.” These words are not merely a dream—they are a vision, a prophecy clothed in light. They carry the pulse of a generation unafraid to confront truth, to heal what is broken, and to rebuild what has fallen. Her vision is both hope and challenge, reminding us that the future is not a far-off land to be discovered, but a living thing being shaped—now, by the hands of the young and the hearts of the brave.

In the manner of the ancients, let us speak of this future as a sacred promise. Gorman calls us to believe in the power of creativity, for creation is the first act of divinity. The young, unburdened by the weight of cynicism, are the new artists of civilization. They dare to imagine a society that breathes in color and compassion. To be more open is to cast down the walls of fear and prejudice, to see one another not as strangers but as kin in the grand family of humankind. This openness is not weakness—it is strength born of wisdom, the understanding that a closed mind is the tomb of progress.

The poet also speaks of a world more loving, and there lies the heart of her prophecy. Love is not softness—it is power. It is the force that binds generations, that forgives history without forgetting it. In an age of noise and division, love becomes a revolution. When the youth march for justice, when they speak truth to power, when they rebuild communities with compassion and courage, they enact that love which Gorman foresees. Such love is fierce; it demands that the world become more honest about its history, that it confronts the shadows it once ignored. Only by facing truth can a people rise cleansed, renewed, and whole.

Let us recall the story of Greta Thunberg, a young woman who, with a single voice, stirred the conscience of the world. She did not command armies, nor hold wealth, yet her words echoed across continents. She called humanity to remember its duty to the Earth—to be ecologically friendly, as Gorman envisioned. Her courage reminds us that greatness often begins in youth, when conviction burns brighter than fear. Greta, like Amanda, belongs to that lineage of young prophets who speak not of what is, but of what must be. Their voices are the winds of change—gentle at first, then mighty as the storm.

And yet, Gorman’s vision reaches deeper still. To be honest about history is to shed illusion and look upon the past without trembling. The future cannot stand upon lies. The youth must learn not only to build but to remember—to understand the blood, the sacrifice, and the pain upon which their freedoms were bought. In this truth lies redemption, for only an honest world can be a progressive one. The poet’s call is not merely for innovation, but for integrity—to build futures that honor the bones of the past.

In her words, we hear an ancient echo: that the torch of humanity is passed ever forward, not to the richest nor the most powerful, but to those who dare to hope. The young, with eyes unclouded and hearts unbroken, will craft this world “more creative, more open, more loving.” But they will need guidance. They will need the wisdom of elders who teach, not command; who listen, not lecture. Each generation must plant the seeds of possibility and trust that the next will make them bloom.

O listeners of tomorrow, take this teaching to heart: the future is not a gift—it is a duty. If you would see a more just, more luminous world, then live as its creators today. Be bold in your creativity. Be unflinching in your honesty. Be tender in your love. Protect the earth as if it were your own flesh, for in truth it is. When the time comes, let no one say you waited for others to change the world. Stand as Amanda Gorman stood—unafraid, eloquent, alive with purpose—and speak your truth. For the future she foresees is not a dream to be wished for, but a destiny to be built by your hands.

And so we end where her words begin—with faith. Faith that humanity can be reborn through the spirit of its youth. Faith that every act of kindness, every poem, every protest, every honest conversation is a brick in the cathedral of tomorrow. The young will build this world, but it is upon all of us to light their way.