A Letter To My Future Self

By K Lakshanya

Dear me.

Several years hence, when the lane of nostalgia leads you to this note on a faded, yellow page

May your heart brim with joy as you look back at all that you've done, been and seen with

passion, faith and courage.

May your shining dreams grow brighter as you glance back at every peak you've conquered -

high or small.

May the values you uphold, be rooted deeper in your heart as you reminisce the lessons you

learned with every slip, every fall.

As you flip through pages of pain and hopelessness, may you be grateful - you never let the

fire in you, die.

As your eyes dwell on chapters that were particularly hard, may you be proud - you never

were too tired to try.

May you experience peace and thanks, not regret, in poring over wishes unfulfilled and words

untold

For, to dream is a privilege; to cherish, a luxury. May your dreams find you, may the

bookmarked corners unfold!

These pages are a testament to your journey having been far from a smooth ride:

Where tear-smudged scrawls and unintelligibly happy doodles exist side by side.

May every page you turn, remind you to value the priceless gift of life

May each torn-down-and-taped-up sheet whisper softly, "you will heal from every strife".

Pick up your pen, a fresh page awaits - may your fingers tremble no more;

Embark on your next journey, holding Providence's hand - may your best chapters be the ones

you are all set to explore.

Several years hence, when the wind opens up this browning page from this heartfelt narrative

I wish you tears of joy for all the smiles you chose to spread, all the love you chose to give.

I wish you tears of pride and fulfillment, as you read the story of the beautiful life you chose

to live.

As you read the story of the beautiful life you chose to live.

Love,

Me.

By K Lakshanya