A letter from July 3rd, 2022

Dear FutureMe, You turned 25 today. Do you even remember my writing this letter at all? You wrote this on your 21st birthday lying on the bed in a ******** in your hometown. How you doin' man? Ça roule, hein ? I know this might be difficult to remember your past but you really had a ****** life back then. You lived in a small rented room with your family and kept dreaming about big houses, long cars and luxurious life. You were never sure about doing one thing. You used to get confuse about making choices and you also make your mum troubled with your problems. I hope, you're able to place yourself now in this ****** up world. I don't know you still could find a girl in your life or not. J'sais pas, tu ne peux jamais. That's what I used to think about you. I don't really know what I'm doing. I don't understand whether I should go throw myself into Service for the Nation or go do my Masters. I, at the age of 21, am really confused and demotivated about everything. I am going to do Masters anyway from LPU. You know it, right. Because you passed that crucial time. You know everything. No more lectures, bhai. Apna Khyal Rakhna aur apne Maa, Papa aur Jhunni ka bhi. Love you my everything! I never wanted to become you, but change is inevitable. The clock keeps running down. Greetings from 2022!