Chill out... Why does this have a title anyway?

Characteristically, I had written an overly formal and angst-ridden letter, initially. I have, obviously, deleted that and am sending you this instead. Life is what it is; we're here for the ride, are we not? More importantly, we're here for the sunsets, the everyday ephemera, the commas, and the absolute privilege of experiencing it at all. I do adore Oxford commas. I received a letter from my past self today; I'm afraid I went over it with too critical an eye. My writing style was ghastly. I can only imagine how you'll be judging this. At any rate, I thought it would be nice to continue the tradition, so here we are. By the way, I hope this letter will not be received by the void. What a shame it would be for me to have composed these heartfelt words (*eyeroll*) for nothing. I have certain unpopular and cynical views on celebrating birthdays (or anything periodic) at the moment and I can't see into the future to know which date is most meaningful. So, to best illustrate this point, I will ask Google to pick a random date for me. Stick around. I'll do my best not to screw you up, but I'm sure that even if I did, you wouldn't blame me. Well. I would say 'see you', but somehow it doesn't feel appropriate. I don't think humans are ready for time travel just yet. No worries though, I've thought of something better. Be you.