Hello from the Past

Dear FutureMe, Wherever and whatever you may be, I hope that you are genuinely happy. When you go to bed you actually want to wake up the next morning and spring into action. Though I doubt you've stumbled across the meaning of life, I believe that you've accepted your limitations and recognized the full scope of your abilities. You know your likes and dislikes and are not afraid to voice them as the case may be. If none of the above is true, and if you are still the sniveling creature that I am now, cowering in the shadows and wracked by bouts of rage and depression, I hope you put an end to your misery. Sell all your possessions and go out into the world. Find religion. Rent a car and take an indeterminate break. Yes, it'll be scary, but remember that a sense of uncertainty, even fear, means that you just might be on the right track (50/50). Life is risk. Deal with it. Or just kill yourself. I bet that painless technology to do that is already around. Donate your organs to individuals who really want to live so that you're existence might not have been entirely without meaning. Tomorrow I'm taking the FSWE. It is totally off my supposed track in life, but what the hell. It might force me to open up to new experiences. And that's one thing you need - coercion and an organized plan. Stop resisting order and linearity. What are you so afraid of? Love, PastMe