A letter from Nov 04, 2025

Hey you, I was writing about future and goals, so I figured it was a good time to write you something. I know it should not really matter spiritually, as the present is the only thing that matters here. We're not there yet, but we're confident. The goal was passivity. I'm in a period where I can have the luxury of being passive, of working on being confortable here despite the screams. You know, of all the truth, that one feels pretty deep, englobing many of them. A pretty important one to focus on. I hope you still have that in sight, and somehow I don't doubt that. You're maybe too wise for me now. So what's the purpose of the letter, really? Some love and acknowledgment from the past. Can we really call that the past? I'm just you in an other place of the path. But I'm sure you understand that more than me. I'm also curious on the knowledge bring by laying your eyes down the landscape. What did you witness? What beauty has reached your heart? Maybe you could write me a letter too, what do you think? With love,