Dear Future Me...
I don't know anything about you, but you know my like the back of your hand.
The same hand that's writing this now, but older. More experienced. And hopefully not wrinkled. Not yet.
Maybe you're smiling as you read this. Or maybe you're cringing. I must sound so young to you. So naive.
I wonder what you're doing right now. Maybe you're standing in the kitchen of your new house, that you'd been dreaming of buying since forever ago. The dream that began with me.
Maybe you only have a few minutes until you have to go to work. To the job you love, that means the world to you.
Maybe it's the weekend, and you have the whole day to yourself. Or you're about to go to the movies with friends. Or the beach. Or the city.
I hope you're happy.
I hope you have everything you ever dreamed of, unicorn and jetpack included. But maybe you don't want that any more. Maybe you're content with what you have, and where you are.
I wish I was right now.
Tell me life gets better.
Tell me that the things I worry about now will never come to pass.
Tell me that my fears are unfounded and my anxieties are irrational.
Tell me that happiness will come, and sooner than I think.
Tell me you're closer than I expect. And that soon I will be you. Living the life I've been dreaming of.
Tell me to be patient. And that soon I will be where I want to be, and who I want to be.
Tell me to have faith. Faith in myself, and my abilities.
Tell me that the future is full of possibilities, and that you've found them, and that you've never looked back.
Tell me to have strength.
Tell me to carry on.
Carry on until the day when I am you. When we are one and the same. My dear, future me.