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A note to self…literally
Letter to Five Year Old Self
As if I could somehow get through to little me
Dear Me,
Life is fucking hard sometimes. You’ll suffer heart aches — from your parents’ doing, from your friends’ doing, from your lover’s doing, from life itself, but most importantly to remember, from your own doing. You might skate through your young life thinking everything is merry and glorious and unique and precious. And you’re right. Please remember that! But life isn’t always like a delicate flower that blooms in sunshine and withers away inside of itself as protection from the harsh calamities of the world.
Life is delicate. Life is precious. Life is admirable. Life is monumental. Life is memorable.
Life is, well, life.
If I could go back and teach you the ways of the world, I would try. But you thankfully were blessed with an amazing mom and dad who treated and still do treat you well, in and out of and through and by and with and for love.
Love.
Love makes the world go ‘round. Love is how you will survive the woes of the world. Love is the reason I’m still alive and well, able to write you this letter that hopefully the universe will somehow send backward in time (time isn’t…
