A letter from April 29th, 2019

Dear FutureMe, Although you are only a little more than a here from today. I felt like I once again was brought to this website, after remembering countless stories we enjoyed as a child. You are now out of high school. You are now free of the shackles that held down your-self dignity for so many years. You are now an adult. I am here to remind you that it is not over. There will continue to be difficult times and cruel people conflicting in your life. During some times you will feel as if you are not yourself. As you have in the past. The fuzzy feelings you get every day as if something isn't right. I am sure it will continue during some times or even years in your life. But it will continue to move forward. I am here to remind you to not do anything too foolish. To remember those you have been with you the whole ride. You must remember your childhood you lived for now it is completely over. Despite the fact we worked at that restaurant since we were 15 to save up for mandatory needs that our parents could never give. You were young and pure. I even now know that purity is gone. Those books we read and toys we loved are gone. But it is in the memory we can keep them alive; to keep that sense of purity. I do not know if you will be reading this and laughing at how stupid you were. But I am here right now in my present time with tears in my eyes and blown away by the speed of time. So I am sure my present day will be yours soon. Do not give up only if you believe it is right. If your mind is clear and your intentions wholesome. The world is never over for you it continues to move. But those who will always be here with us is the stars in the sky, the sun bringing our skin warmth, and the moon shining light on places no one else dares to. Life is not fair. You will never be at the top, there will always be girls prettier than you, people wealthier, and humans who are kinder. It does not mean you stop trying. The only thing you can do is continue going and pay attention to the little details of life which make it count. I am not going to bring up my present day life for it I'm sure has changed. Please write to me as soon as you can and have it carried in the river. I'll always be apart of you, not only I but the child we once were, the emo 12 year old we once were, and the teenage priss who is exploring the term 'average' , Love. KRK