Dear Self
Recognize your vitality, that spark burning fiercely within, a flame that refuses to be extinguished. Savour life's fleeting joys, moments slipping through your fingers like water—delicate, ephemeral, yet infinitely precious. Worry less about what you cannot hold, breathe more deeply into the present, and nurture the quiet strength that comes from within, like roots anchoring a mighty oak, steadfast against the gusts of doubt.
Be kinder, for friendships are fragile as glass, easily shattered, yet worth every effort to preserve. Carry your burdens with grace, walking through shadows alone, but learn to open your heart, let vulnerability be your sanctuary, your seed buried deep in fertile soil, patiently awaiting the moment to bloom into something beautiful.
Lean into your writing, perhaps already halfway there, or maybe your voice is a song longing to be sung aloud, breaking free from the silence that confines it. One day, you'll build a home, a sanctuary filled with love, two cats curling in the sunlight, a simple life that stands as a refuge from the hardness you've known.
Spend more time with your nieces and nephews, before innocence fades like twilight, before the scars of neglect etch themselves too deep to see. And someday, someone will call you the girl of their dreams, but you don’t like spoilers, do you? You prefer the unfolding story, the surprise of becoming, step by step, moment by moment.
So I’ll keep it brief: try not to regret the foolish things, for within you lies a key, a treasure map hidden in the depths of your soul, guiding you toward your true self. Keep searching, keep dreaming, your greatest story is still waiting to be written.
Yours truly
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This came from an exercise entitled write a letter to your 18 year old self. I should probably tell myslef not to do all the sex and drugs and rock n' roll but I probably wouldn't listen!
