My Future Self

Dear Future Me,

I wonder

Where have I gone by the point

Of you reading this letter

Made in the hope that I would have grown

If only a little bit

From my experiences

I wonder

If you had pursued your dreams

Pushed back expectations

Passed your wildest imaginings

If you have everything you could hope for

I wonder

How the world has changed

And your view of it

If you’ve become more cynical like some people you’ve known

Or started to have a more positive outlook

On what may come

I fear

That the future is worse that I can imagine

Everything I’ve worked towards

All that I’ve dreamed about

Have withered and died

Like a beautiful rose with a short lifespan

I fear

That I’ll be stuck in a limbo

For the rest of my life

Stuck in expectations

Set by myself

My family

And the world around me

I fear

The unknown of my future

Your present

How any minor thing I do

Can easily change what my life

Turns out to be

I dream

Of a time where my thoughts

Won’t be filled with the ‘what if’s of your time

And focus on the now

And strive

To be better

I know,

Future Me,

I know now

That my dreams

And fears

And wondering

Only push me to one point:

To me reading this letter

Every step I take

Every stumble

Leap, skip, jump

Will put me

Where I’m meant to be

Wherever that is

And my journey

Will lead to me remembering

How in the past,

I wrote this

In desperation

Hoping that my future would fulfill

All of my own expectations

To you, I say this:

I am proud of who you’ve become

                                                                          From,

                                                                                                          Your Past Self