A letter from Sep 1st, 2021

Dear FutureMe, Your previous self was a little, morbid I would say. You said to continue acting and writing. My younger self would be disappointed with my lack of enthusiasm, but perhaps my younger self was still blind to the lies and deceit of the world. There are good and bad times, and there always will be. It’s a matter of looking at the bright side of things, and if there is none then make one. I don’t know where we will be in the next few months or years, but there are some things that you just can’t properly predict. I hope the world is kind to me, but it is not in human nature to give first. May there be a day you can sit down and realize what it is you want to do and accomplish, what it is you’ve already accomplished, and how many times you e done something you’ve heard someone else say they wish they could have done that. May there be a day when you can breathe and not worry about results. May there be a day when you can face the past and not become someone new. Let long last the way things shape you.