Today I wrote the future me a letter.
Last October I received one I had written a year prior. Here’s what it said:
Dear Me (in the future),
If you are alive then you are lucky. Right now your past self is wasting time on the internet. If you are not published now, you should panic. You should get off your ass. I know I can’t talk since I am you– but this is a message to me now and me later (as you). Write. WRITE! If you are alive you are lucky. Life is fleeting. It is spontaneous. It only has meaning if you create it.
I wonder what I was doing when I wrote this letter to myself…