Dear me...

Dear Me, 10 years in the future. Have you lived a life, proud and steady? Have you become a fallen flower or a succulent fruit? Have you lived life to your fullest? Have you become a father living with a healthy family or are you alone, perusing in the local newspaper looking for a job? Have you caught that balloon called a dream, or did you let it fly away, never to be seen again? Life is a journal, blank from the first page. But, as you live, you are writing in that journal, filling it with the tales of your soul. Your thoughts, feelings, actions. Are there only tragedies written inside or have you written a tale of rebirth? Don't live with your hamartias or continue writing dirges for your broken dreams. In this passing world, for your changing slef, live without regrets. Don't live a stone chained to the ground, but live a seed flying in the wind.