Dear past me,
So much has changed and, yet, so much has remained the same. I know the questions you have for me and I know the answers you’re hoping to hear. This is not the time to give you the specifics of particular events or interactions with particular people. (After all, knowing you, you’d probably just ignore my advice and justify your position anyways.) Instead, I’m going to give you general advice. Advice I learned the hard way and advice that people gave to me.
God. Run after Him with reckless abandon. (Yes, like one of those Christians). Rum after Him and never look back.
Cherish mom. You don’t appreciate her nearly enough. Also, take better care of your body. It’s God’s temple… so stop treating it like tailgate. Try to find out what makes you happy. Actually think about it. It’s something that you’ve never really thought about because you’ve been too busy thinking about what makes other people happy. Stop. Think about what makes you happy.
The Joy Luck Club will become something you hold very dear to your heart. Something to keep in mind: “losing him does not matter. It is you who will be found— and cherished.”
“All around this house I see the signs. My daughter looks but she does not see. This is a house that will break into pieces. It’s not too late. All my pains, my regrets, I will gather them together. My daughter will hear me calling, even though I’ve said no words. She will climb the stairs to find me. She will be scared because at first her eyes will see nothing. She will feel in her heart this place where she hides her fears. She will know I am waiting like a tiger in the trees, now ready to leap out and cut her spirit loose. ”
I’ll write the letter to future me in a separate post.