A letter from Mar 17, 2023

Dear FutureMe, There are a lot of things that I want to do in life, so many that my short list of accomplishments is nothing. Even the list of dreams I already had to give up on is way longer, and every time I go back to the drawing board to find a way and make things work out for those that I'm still fighting for, nothing seems to make sense at all. It's tiring. Depressing. Thinking about it makes me emotional, but I always try to keep a straight face. I brave through the days and just take refuge in talking to the stars at night. I tell them about the dreams that keep me going, and how I believe it's only a matter of time until my turn comes. I promise them I won't let the world get the best of me, and to always hold on a little longer whenever I feel like giving up. When the time comes, I promise to feel it all. To drop my guard and let out the tears I've been holding back. But until then, I'll keep fighting for the little dreams, knowing there are good things in this universe meant just for me.