Letter to my younger self

 It’s funny, how much a person can change over the years.

 You still look like me in a way, with just a little more baby fat and a little less height.

 Your eyes, however, are nearly unrecognisable.

 Same shape, yes, same colour, yes, but there’s something there I lost through time.

 Life.

 They are still so bright, and filled with such naivety and hope,

 that it nearly pains me to look at them.

 The next few years for you are going to be filled with sorrow,

Sorrow and defeat that will try to douse out your fire,

 but a selfish part of me asks you to keep it burning.

Hold on to the hope for better days, and a better life, and a better society,

and never let it go.

Please know that, no matter what, I will always be there for you, and will always love you, even if you can’t yet feel it.

Be kind to your friends, be kind to your family, and be kind to yourself. It may seem hard at some point, but please try.

For me.

I wish you all the best. Truly. Sincerely.

I hope this crosses your path soon but until then,

Goodbye.