Dear 25-year-old me,
How are you? It's awkward to talk to your older self, a smarter and more responsible self. (You seem intimidating already). Still feisty with those sarcastic comebacks?
Seriously, how are you? I hope you're handling things better than I am. I guess you've changed, for the good. And still, I wish you're the same, the strong morals, the one who analysis people to their very core, blabbers all day and hates awkward silences. I hope the curiosity didn't fade.
I hope you've learnt a few things. Dealing with emotions effectively. Having those impulses in control which leads to making harsh decisions. Fussing a little less over grammatical mistakes, those spaces after punctuations. Basically, taking deep breaths and just calming down for a while you know. (Still spew hate when mad?). I've so many advices for the 16 y.o. me, but here, questions. I wonder how you look, flabby arms, chubby face. Wish your eyesight is normal. Became a skirt person now? Still possessive about your stuff? I want to know so much and yet, I want to explore it all gradually.
And hey, shot by Cupid's arrow yet? Or are we actually gonna die in an old appartment with dogs, eh? If there is a "he" , I pray he's a Leo or a Libra. (What good was this wait of 18 years then?) Jokes apart, being vulnerable right now, I hope you haven't rushed into what you've been bashing your entire life. May every inch of his being reflect intelligence and wit, love and care, an understanding flare. .
What bothers me these days is the term "success" . Every thought about this makes me squirm. All the recent failures are frightening, it makes me worry. Surprisingly, I don't have a question here. But, I have faith, believe that we did in fact, do something in life. Something offbeat, brave. Something impressive. Even a post-it note on my desk says "Make Yourself Proud" .
What is up with your profession? Are you literally what made me waste my life's two precious years? Or took that honourable route? It's weird, I'm 18 and I still haven't figured it out. I'd jump of my balcony if you've to say the same. God.
Eager to read what (and how) you write.