dear self

Let me tell you what i know, self to self three years ago.

You will have a car of your own. But you will lose your dog.

You'll come home to a clean house, everything in place, nicely decorated, but to an empty one.

You'll earn a lot, but people will try to take advantage of you.

You will realize that a lot of people are not real. you'll suffocate at the thought you might be one of them.

you'll hear of endless anger, endless strife and hypocrisy and you'll begin to feel like you are drowning.

And you'll ask yourself everyday whether the person you see in front of the mirror is still the same, whether everything still makes sense.

But you will, in the end, i guarantee, realize that everything has a reason. That in order to choose the path you will take, you must travel on every place this life takes you. You will learn to apply your idealism to your walk, you will learn that choices have to be made and they will not be easy, that you really can't have everything, but if you live wisely, then you'll have what matters.

That in running a race, it doesn't matter how far you've come, but how far you are from finishing the line.

You'll realize that you have the whole world in your hands but would let it slip away just to breathe again.