A letter from Feb 17, 2026

Dear FutureMe, Happy Birthday Man - the big two-four. I am filled with self-pride right now, even though I know that we loose that burst at times - when it finds itself it really hits great. I hope you are doing well man, and I hope there are job opportunities in sight. I just want to write this to congradulate you on starting a new semester, even though this one may not be a hayday (which I'm currently living in - the first two semesters of the program), I hope you don't let it get you down. You're at TAMU - an aggie - a representative of bold, courageous, and brave spirit. So, be that guy. Look at life - I don't know where exactly it will be when I recieve this letter - but look at it in the eye and be proud of the story you have made for yourself. Don't feel guilty at all. Don't waste the time, please. Even if you don't have an internship (why tf not, man), there is still someone out there for you. If you don't have them now, promise me that you'll start doing the extreme - inniate coffee chats, go to companies in person, keep in touch and actually mean it man. You are twenty FOUR. Fourth year of your twenties. You know what else is 4? High School - four years. College - 4 years. It takes four years to master a skill. You are on the precipice of skill, and whatever you do, you need to FIND THAT THING. You have a bachelors man, that's common but you need to make it something of being first gen. The world isn't going to stop, so you need to move with the world. Not against it. On a softer note, think of 14-year-old Bin. That year felt like the longest time of my life, but I'm sure he learned something, but honestly - I don't remember any important life lessons I'd learned other than going to china. That was awesome. To truly learn those lessons, I want you to get out there more (every single day), do uncomfortable stuff to expand your comfort zone, that way the daunting things facing you today will be easier to navigate. You got this man, and I'm here to make it happen. Because, at the end of the day, I am you. I am the version of you that will push you to endure, endure all that life has to offer. I will make you the proudest that I ever am. So - I guess the question I want to ask myself - is did it ever happen? Best Regards, PastMe.