A letter from Nov 21, 2024

Dear lil bro (well technically you're a little older), I hope you've figured yourself out now and that you're doing the right stuff. I hope that the decision you made was correct, and that you have no regrets regarding it. I hope this decision pays off and you're enjoying the start of the new school year fresh and content—like you're supposed to. Don't forget the various techniques you've used to survive please, both academically and mentally. School is probably picking up again now and you're in the hot seat. People say second year is ******—don't you forget that. I write this to remind you of the mind space you were once in. Perhaps you feel differently now. Perhaps you haven't changed at all. Perhaps you've become "completely different." I do hope you're different now and that you're more comfortable with yourself. Get the spark you once had—hold on to it forever and forever. Watch the endings of a certain ******* syndrome and music related media, and tell me how you feel now. I wish you feel the emotions you once had. Taste the tears that you've dream about. I hope you're nice and soft-skinned. I hope you feel liberated. I hope you're able to bask under the rain of life and laugh, knowing your body and soul are one with the world and yourself. Perhaps, through this, you finally see the sky and remember the spectacular gradient of life flowing through every fibre of reality. I know you'll rediscover inner peace. If what's done is truly done, I'll be a blip to you. I know you remember me, and all the other versions of you. Don't bury us alright? We'll always be here, erratic and buzzing, perhaps reflecting your life. It's late now, and it'll be a long day tomorrow. Get some rest. Remi