A letter from Jul 4th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, I don’t even know where to start. I started crying before I even started typing. I’m not doing well right now. I’m spiritually and emotionally drained. My soul is just so tired. I have no motivation to do anything, and yet it feels like time is slipping by too fast. A few years doesn’t seem like a long time, but I am in no way the same person I was a year ago. It’s been both good and bad improvement, but I supposed that’s just how life goes. I still don’t know what I want out of life. Romantically, family wise, career wise, everything. I’m sure you still won’t know when you read this, but that’s okay. It’s never too late. Wherever you are and whoever you are now, I hope you’re doing well, and I just want you to know how proud I am of you. I know how much you crave those words and how little you hear them. I hope you fall in love with life, but also I dearly hope you fall in love with yourself. Perhaps someone else will fall in love with you too. Perhaps not. I hope you find your true passion in life, not just what others want you to do or who they want you to be. I hope you draw more often, and that you don’t let that creativity escape through your fingers. Your mind will always be beautiful. I hope you get the chance to travel as often as you crave and that you find a buddy to join you on your travels. I hope that your anxiety doesn’t hold you back from experiencing new people and things. I hope you’re more healed now. I hope your mind is more regulated and stable and strong. I hope that you love fully and fiercely with your whole heart and being. I hope you become the safe haven for others that you wish you had. Above all, I hope you love and adore yourself as much as little you would adore you now.