A letter from Jul 06, 2022

Dear FutureMe, How’s it going with you, you little 23 year old? I hope better than ever. But if not, then I’m sure we’ll be all right either way. I’m not so sure if this thing called life ever gets figured out by our little heads, not in this life at least. Just don’t do stupid things to yourself, man. Trying to run away from that and other things isn’t going to work anyway. Might as well take the ride and stop trying to control it all the time. I hope you have at least stopped controlling people’s opinions of you at least. But either way I’m sure you learned a bunch of things along the way in these few years. Time flies fast, doesn’t it? You might feel old and not ready for whatever is coming, but don’t worry I do too. And probably everybody else as well. We’re just all thrown into this cosmic chaos with made up guidelines we imagined for ourselves to have some comfort. But how the hell is anybody supposed to know anything anyway? So, yeah. Just do what you gotta do and don’t let nobody stop you. Hope it didn’t get too heavy for ya. But you know the vibes. Some Chick-fil-a a day keeps you healthy and sane. And remember a wise man once said: “No such thing as a life that’s better than yours.” I wish you all the best and I will see you very (very) soon you little idiot. Love you always, Yours truly PS: I hope you embraced your name by now because I still don’t really like it. Or maybe you changed it? Well, I’ll leave that up to you. Godspeed.