A letter from May 27th, 2020

Dear 2030 Ellie Writing from 2020 here. Hi. I hope the future is filled with all I want it to be, by now I should have finished high school and hopefully am about 5 years into becoming a forensic pathologist. Do I do ok? Do I get my heart broken? I am presently sitting on my bed, in my room. With Alvin and the Chipmunks blaring from the TV as mum makes some exotic food from the thermomix. Hope that gives you some nostalgia. I hope I am ok, and if I'm not that's fine. I will survive, live, breath. I will fight for my visions, and fall and get back up. Because I am me. I will- I, I fight. I learn and study, and make the world better. I Spend hours each night creating visions, imagining. And If I don't that's fine too. I can eat as much food as I want, watch Netflix, be lazy. That's ok too. But nevertheless, I will still be me, I will be the same kid with the same vision and the same plan, I will always be the blond-haired, pimple-covered string bean I am today, but different. My experiences will shape me, I will learn. And if I change that's ok too. Don't die, don't end your beautiful life, live it to it's fullest. Don't just survive, thrive. Be you. Look after yourself. Don't try to be perfect. Do you still have Good Omens? If so, read it again and again and again… If not… Why? Don't wish to be me, to go back.thrust forward arms open into the future, live out your life, not spend it all thinking of a simpler time when you had all the world to see. So will you be ok? Ok.