Dear oceans,

#PlanetorPlastic

Dear oceans,

I am writing you this letter because I am concerned about you.

You see, I visited you many times, in many places. I am no stranger to you. But as the years went by, I am struggling to recognize you as the beauty you once were.

I am sorry if this comes out rude, I don't want to criticize you - on the contrary, what you've become is not your fault, not at all. You are merely a victim of the greatest predator of our time, one who doesn't stop destroying, even when its own life is at stake. You are being killed, slowly and unstoppable, by humanity and their sickening greed.

Oh, they act so grateful, for seas and oceans and the life that comes with them. But they are not. Because, how can they praise our remarkable and unique planet and continue to be the ones - the only ones! - who are suffocating it? So intelligent but so ignorant, not seeing that they are digging their own grave sooner rather than later. What is it with those humans; some of them think they own the place. Some of them think that being able to destroy something would give them the right to do so.

I wanted to warn you, to tell you what's coming, but I'm afraid I am already too late. You are still alive, in some places, in others, not so much. Where once were blue waters, only waste remains. Your aesthetic is ruined, you are no longer beautiful, stunning, and what we used to call you. All that's left is sadness, anger, and disgust.

Think of all your animals, forced to live in humans trash and doomed to die of plastic. These animals get wrapped up in monofilament fishing line nets, balloons, and straps. A hungry sea turtle can't see the difference between single-use plastic bags and jellyfish, one of their sources of food. Pollution is killing not only fish but also corals, which require light and oxygen that gets blocked by plastic items.

So maybe all humans should start talking to the oceans, before disposing their trash there. I know, it seems silly, right? But if they would do it and listen to themselves, when they hear what they are doing, then maybe they could begin to understand.

Without you, dear oceans, there wouldn't be life, or at least not that many different species. You are keeping us alive and we are killing you. I'm sorry, I don't know if we can fix this, if we can fix this in time, if we can fix this at all.

Yours respectfully,

me.