As I was browsing through my personal blog archives, I found a very silly, but kind of heartwarming letter I wrote to myself last year. I wrote it on September 3rd, and addressed it to myself. Yes, I’m weird like that.
I didn’t realize until now that I wrote that letter and now I find myself smiling and laughing. What I wrote hit hard and hit home! I’m just amazed at how much fuzz I made over my birthday last year. I’m supposed to have the quarter-life crisis this year, but no, I had it last year. This year is just another day, not even a birthday.
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Here’s the letter:
Dear Ageage,
By the time you read this, you’re already 25. I wrote this letter for you a few days before we turned 24. A lot of things have happened in your life within that one year. Sure you’ve grown a little more mature, but you’re still a kid. Sometime in August 29, 2006, you felt empty – as you did many days before and after that. You were lonely. You were envious of other people. You got infatuated with this one guy. You did not know what you wanted in life. Of course you had dreams and goals, but nothing concrete. You just lived each and every single day of your life. You lived one day at a time. Work is what drove you. A few days before you turned 24, you looked at your life and realized that you were empty. You surrounded yourself with people who complemented your life, your lifestyle. But you still felt empty. You’ve always wanted to have someone. A boyfriend, a partner, a lover. But you were okay without one. I don’t know about now, but if you have found someone or if you’re with that someone, you still are not happy because he is not what you were looking for all your life. Please stop looking for a Superman in your life. You are a superman. Look for your Lois Lane (or Lex Luthor, whichever you prefer). Love yourself.
Sincerely,
Your Other Self
How ’bout you? Are you still excited about your birthdays?
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