Lately, boredom has felt like a friend. Not infrequently, I devour the intake of various shows from morning to evening. In between a show that I watched carefully, there was a segment where a guest star of a show was asked to write a letter that would be addressed to himself in the future.
He had to read the letter when three months had passed. He was asked to witness for himself, whether his ideals or his worries would succeed in meeting him, and what achievements he had made during those three months.
Interesting I thought. From there I thought that maybe I could control my worries about the future in that way.
Doubts often become true friends, especially at an age that is said to be mature but has not yet completely escaped the trappings of adolescence. I feel that humans grow with their own portion of worries. About what to eat tomorrow, how to face the exam next week, what to prepare to break the awkwardness when meeting old friends, what to dress like during an interview, how to win a competition, what to do to look good in front of in-laws, how to be the best student in class, and so on. Many and simple, but worrying for every person who has worries.
My sweet,
Be happy, honey, you've reached this point now. It wasn't easy to be who you are now. Do you remember how that night you burst into tears after going through a lot of pressure? It wasn't just that once, right? You've been good. You learned from life, that being hurt also requires crying.
Remember how you used to worry so much about the future? About who you were in their eyes, or who you were in your own eyes.
Often you doubted yourself, feeling not as good as others when it came to maintaining ambition. Often you were the one who made yourself fall behind, because of the fear of self-expectations that were at odds with reality.
Listen, I am the old you, I am the you who was not confident in your own work. Remember how your friends tried so hard to collect various achievements and it felt like you were the only one who was not filled with the same ambition as they had? If you forgot, then let me remind you.
You were restless. At that time you were restless. How could you not be, they worked to do something, to produce something, with the spirit to be known, famous, to be good and proud. While you, it was like you had nothing to do but fantasize filled with hope that you had another path that was different from theirs that you would certainly go through in time.
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Peace & Love!
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