Journal Inspiration, Writing a Letter to my 50 years old me
Journal Inspiration by Pretty Privilege Society:
"Dear 50 old me,
As I stand here at the crossroads of time, I send this letter as a whisper through ages. You hold the wisdom twice the years I've known. No wonder I find myself thinking of you, and how am I shaping you in this very moment. How you lay in my palms like wax, and how I can mold new contour into your character with my fingertips. I hope you like your form and I wonder what stories your eyes have seen. What scars and triumphs have marked your journey. How have you healed your wounds? I wish I could meet you for coffee and ask you thousands of questions and lean in your arms knowing that you are probably the only one who will ever fully understand me. People tend to say that when we are old 'the only things we will regret are ones we didn't do'. And I want to tell you, you don't have to regret anything - because I will always keep doing everything possible and if you think I haven't done enough - just know that I have tried. Sometimes my heart was so heavy, I don't even know how it still was beating. Well, you understand but I don't understand the world sometimes. And I am not sure if I will ever fully comprehend it. Even though I am convinced that all my nonsense will start making sense at some point. Is it like that? And what about the moments which imprint full of joy, framing in my heart - are you still feeling them? Or are you just holding on to a faded image. Have we etched our laughter in lines on your face? Do you still believe in the good and fairy tales or has aging dulled you? Do you still sleep in a Skybed wondering about life or have you it all figured out? I hope you learned to dance in the rain of all my tears. I am so curious about the person you are. And I hope someone is holding the door open for you. I hope that everything I am doing right now, brings value to your life.
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