A letter from May 4th, 2021

Dear Future Me, Everyday, I enjoy. There is so much about life now that I dislike. Sometimes the walls can begin to cave in, trash piles up and it becomes harder to breath. But, as I push to the top of the pile of madness it becomes apparent that the world surrounding has always been the same. Always clear skies and calm winds perfect for some spike ball. Always plentiful snow to shred with Dad. Always a good song to play as loud as possible. In five years I imagine that the trash pile I sit in now may grow much larger. It may even seem impossible to ever see the top again. But as deep and as dark as it gets down there. I know now that there will always be a way out. That there will always be moments. However small they are. To enjoy. See you in five years ;)