A letter from May 29, 2025

Dear FutureMe, I hope my letter finds you well. As you march another trip around the sun, I hope you're dreams are still orbiting your head. I really wish for life to get a little bit merciful on your mental health, or at least your life givers. When you open your eyes on the morning of the next May 29th, I hope people see more to your eyes than their beauty, or intimidation. I hope they grow to realize that you're not another extension to their lives, that you have your own quest to solve and your own dreams to chase. If not, I'll never forgive you for letting go of the slightest chance to cut the hand that hurts you off. Be yourself regardless of what they try to turn you into. The moment you abandon your own lantern you won't exist anymore. No one should live in the shadows of others and so you are. You shine very beautifully, so uniquely... so shine on the next May brighter✨