A letter from Dec 10, 2023

Dear FutureMe, This is the last day of me being a minor. This is so new. I mean being in a legal age, I've always felt like I lived my life in high regard. I always made sure I do what's right-fulfilling my responsibilities and being good for goodness' sake. A few hours from now, I'll turn eighteen. That's a pretty age, ain't it? Its got its reputation. Eighteen feels like you're old enough to do what you want and to lead the life you desire, however it's really just is the beginning. It's the epoch of life. You're young, you've got freedom, and you're hopeful. As I'll turn eighteen I carry with me so much of responsibilities. And I hope I don't forget the most important one, which is the responsibility that I have to myself. The responsibility to live a good life on my own accord. So, tomorrow will be a celebration. I hope I take it slow. I wanna process it fully. I wanna be aware. I wanna be in control. I wanna look at my life in the lenses of today. My only wish is that the love I have for myself and for the universe, glow as ever. I love this life. Always and forever.