A letter from December 9th, 2016

Dear Future Self; Stop right now. And look up into the sky. Look at the sky that's been your home for the past 28 years. This is the same sky you looked at fifteen years ago. And on that day, you wrote this letter. Regarding the progress that you have grown, and the goals you must have achieved. Every day you step, another step is forgotten. You are living in the present and I am your present. What I do, is what you have become. I don't care what you are doing. But I know this one very small fact, today you will look up into and see a bright sky, the same sky you looked at fifteen years ago. Think back to that night when you graduated, that time where you were full of sorrow, that day where you met friends that you will never forget. Last but not least the one that made all of your decisions. All the right and wrongs, the power of a boy's mind. The boy you once were... It's really just a simple life. You forget to forget, and forget to remember. Even though it's natural it seems that you and I will always be afraid of forgetting. Ya see, maybe you and I are not really different. The dreams of a grade eight, not really sure if he's ready for you. We reach up into the sky, as the world stretches beyond our palm. As we stop and ponder of the stuff we have forgotten. Today is the present. So treat it like it's the last because tomorrow is the future and today will be the past. What were those dreams and aspirations you held as that thirteen year old boy who stopped too look at the frosty sky. Writing to himself for a mere hope of one day reading this. So why not stop and look at the blue sky and take a moment to look back at your younger days. The day you wrote this to you.