A letter from August 8th, 2019

Dear Future Me, The future is an unpredictable thing. The highs and lows life brings with each day are so unpredictable that moving on seems like an endless battle. And as we are not sure of many things, we can only hope. I hope it’s easier now. That the demons you’ve been battling for a eternity have failed to make their way into your heart or your mind. I am aware that a year is not time enough to fully heal from all the things we’ve had the displeasure of experiencing but I hope that even the tiniest progress has been made. Small steps are not pointless, they will help you to get further on your travel, no matter how insignificant they might seem. Have patience. I hope that the pain from losing a loved one has stilled itself. They say the emptiness will never leave your soul, but we are strong believers that pain does not last forever, no matter how excruciating it might be. I hope you’re taking care of yourself. Drinking enough water, eating healthy, and not focusing yourself on activities that will lead to nothing. And last but not less important, I hope you haven’t lost the spark that lies within your soul. You might deny it now, but you are unique, one of a kind. Your empathy and your intelligence will change the world someday, even if the smallest bit. Believe me. Love, Your Past Self.