We have to fight climate change like we actually want to win.

Host: The conference room was filled with the low hum of conversation — voices rising and falling in urgency. Outside the window, the city’s skyline stretched toward the sky, a web of glass and steel that seemed to reach for something. But in the room, there was a different kind of pressure — the kind that didn’t come from deadlines, but from the weight of an idea so big, so important, that it felt like it had nowhere to go but into the atmosphere itself.

Jack sat at the table, arms crossed, a cup of cold coffee in front of him. His eyes were tired, but his mind was still sharp, processing the flood of information coming at him from every angle. Jeeny, across from him, was looking at her phone, her fingers moving quickly across the screen. Her expression was serious, her attention fixed.

Jeeny: reading aloud, almost as if to herself “Jagmeet Singh once said, ‘We have to fight climate change like we actually want to win.’”

Jack: half-smiling “He’s not pulling any punches, huh?”

Jeeny: “No, he’s not. And that’s the problem, Jack. Everyone talks about climate change, but how many are ready to fight for it with everything they’ve got?”

Jack: “We’ve been fighting for years, haven’t we? All the marches, petitions, policy changes... It doesn’t feel like we’re winning.”

Jeeny: “That’s the thing. We talk about it, but we don’t act like it’s the emergency it is. We don’t act like our future depends on it. It’s like we’ve accepted it as a crisis, but haven’t treated it like one.”

Host: The air in the room was dense with frustration, and the clock on the wall ticked louder now, a reminder of the time slipping away. Outside, the sun was beginning to set, the sky streaked with orange and purple — a reminder of how quickly the world could change, sometimes for the better, sometimes not.

Jack: leaning forward, tapping his fingers on the table “So what does that look like? Fighting climate change like we want to win?”

Jeeny: “It means commitment. It means not just changing our habits, but demanding the system change. Real investment in renewable energy, real policy shifts, real action from businesses, governments, and individuals.”

Jack: “It sounds like a lot of talk. People like the idea of action, but when it comes to real sacrifice, that’s where the conversation stops.”

Jeeny: “Exactly. That’s the part Jagmeet is getting at. If we really wanted to win this fight, we’d stop seeing it as a ‘nice to have’ and start treating it as a battle for survival.”

Host: Jack’s eyes shifted to the window — the city lights flickering on, casting a soft glow over the buildings. But even as the lights turned on, the world outside felt darker, somehow. The future wasn’t just something to hope for; it was something to build, and it seemed like no one was quite ready to start.

Jack: quietly “But the changes are huge, Jeeny. The sacrifice is huge. People are comfortable with the way things are.”

Jeeny: “Comfort has always been the enemy of change. Climate change isn’t just about adapting; it’s about transforming. It’s about realigning how we operate as a society — and people are scared of that because it means giving up something.”

Jack: “You think people would actually change if they understood how urgent it is?”

Jeeny: “They might. But the truth is, most of us know it’s urgent. The problem isn’t understanding. It’s action. We know the facts, but we’re still buying the cars, the food, the energy that keeps feeding the problem.”

Host: The clock ticked louder, the seconds seeming to echo in the space between their words. The issue wasn’t knowledge. It was willingness.

Jack: “You really think we can change the system, though? The whole thing?”

Jeeny: “If we fight for it, yes. But we’re not talking about a simple fix. We’re talking about restructuring economies, rethinking industries, reshaping our entire relationship with the planet. That’s the only way forward.”

Jack: “And you think people will support that?”

Jeeny: “When they realize the fight isn’t just about saving the planet — it’s about saving ourselves. It’s about securing the future, not just for us, but for our children, our neighbors, everyone.”

Host: The room fell silent, the weight of the conversation settling into their bones like the end of the day settling into the world. The window caught the last of the daylight, the city glowing softly in the distance.

Jack: looking out the window “You know, when you say it like that, it sounds possible. But that’s a lot of pressure. That’s a whole world to change.”

Jeeny: “Exactly. And that’s why we need to start fighting like we actually want to win. Not half-heartedly. Not just in our personal lives, but in our communities, our businesses, our governments.”

Jack: nodding slowly “You think it’s even possible to change all of it?”

Jeeny: “It’s possible if we start now. If we treat climate change like the war it is. If we make it the priority. But it’s going to take all of us. One step at a time, yes, but it starts with action, not words.”

Host: The rain began to fall again, soft but steady, tapping against the window like a quiet reminder that time was running out. Inside, Jack and Jeeny remained, not as problem-solvers, but as people who understood the scale of the challenge ahead.

Jack: sighs “We’re not there yet, are we? We’re still too comfortable.”

Jeeny: gently “No. But we can be. If we treat every action like it matters, like it’s part of the solution, then change is possible.”

Host: Jack and Jeeny stood together at the window, watching as the city began to disappear beneath the weight of the storm. But in the storm, there was possibility — a challenge too big to ignore, but also one that, with enough action, could be overcome.

Because as Jagmeet Singh said,
we have to fight climate change
like we actually want to win —
not tomorrow,
not someday,
but today.

Host: And in that fight,
every choice we make —
every action,
no matter how small,
is part of the solution.