Never Too Late

Dear FutureMe, This is it. December 27th. Ten years ago, this day become the vanguard for each following year. Inside, it hides truths about our life and where we are going. Remember to consider carefully this day, this year, and most importantly, this life. Although I am not writing this on that day, I've been trying to look carefully into your eyes, trying to see how you are seeing. I know that our perception and understanding has increased over the course of our (soon to be) 25 years, and I can only assume they will continue to change. Right now, I am satisfied that I am no longer the young ignorant boy I once was, yet I realize I am not yet the wise adult that I will be. This creates an impossible quest for me, as I want to know everything, realize every potential and see our reality with eyes of insight, yet those secrets are far enough out of reach that it will take much to attain them. I can only hope that the experiences I have are the ones that would most benefit my mind and my eyes. I wonder how long I will be working at this pitiful job doing manual labor. I'm eager to know if this $20,000 piece of paper sitting in it's "fragile - do not bend" envelope will ever be used for the purpose it was attained. I have nothing against hard work, nor do I concern myself with attaining large amounts of money, but I know that this is not for me. Although I earned that education through hours of blood and sweat, and continuous sleepless nights filled with difficult assignments, I know I am a better person for it. My hands were once gentle and nimble, the hands of an artist, yet change and hardship toughens us to the realities of life. Hard work and challenges force us to adapt and learn, and gives us the hands of a man, the hands that can do what needs to be done. Today is your day of reckoning. This day has always brought the winds of change to bear upon the new year. Now is the time to become lost in your thoughts, considering where you have been and what you have done. Look back and decide if you have helped us or hurt us, and understand every choice you made. There is no second chance, but we can often mend the wrongs we have weaved.