Letter to my Future Self

Dear future self,
I hope this letter finds you well,
you who’s many years older and (hopefully) wiser.
I don’t really recognize you; it seems we have changed a lot
between the time of me and the time of you.
But you know things that I don’t,
and I can’t help but ask you some questions, so here goes:

Do we reach that goal, that dream we’ve had?
Do we get there soon, or was it not as easy as that?
Did the path to that dream twist, turn, and climb,
or was it left in the past, covered in vines?
Tell me, my future self, did we get out of this hole,
the one I’ve dug myself into, in my mind and my soul?

Because college has been hard, sharp as a spade.
It’s been lonely, confusing, and left my heart jaded.
And I’ve been so focused on where you are,
where we go in the future, what we do, who we meet,
that I’ve lost sight of me now, who I am and what I need.

Tell me, my future self, that we get out of this limbo,
that the fog starts to clear, that we finally know
who to love, who to trust, who’s worth fighting for,
and more importantly, do I finally believe I have worth?
That I have what it takes, that I don’t belong in some circus?

But those are my questions. Please answer them soon.
I’m scared of the future, the one you call the past,
and I’m dying to know how it will all elapse.
But at the end of the day, what I know is true,
you can’t give me your answers, I can’t know in advance.
I can ask all the questions and all the what-ifs,
but I can’t allow myself to keep feeling scared stiff.

What I do know for certain, what’s crystal clear,
is that I am proud of you,
whoever you are, and whatever you do.
And as lost and stuck as I feel right now,
I’m excited to see just how we turn out.