Today's prompt was to write a letter to myself 20 years from now. This is a hard one.
Dear Samantha,
I'm really not sure what to say. What words of wisdom can I give to someone with two decades more life experience than I have now? There are so many questions that I would like to ask, but how to get a reply? Based on changes in the world in the past 20 years, could I even frame meaningful questions?
I'm writing this on an early November evening after working on Christmas presents for the kids today; I hope that's something I will continue to do (both making gifts and not doing them at the last minute) in the coming years. I hope that I will continue to learn things about myself that help me function better in the world. I hope that I will have grandchildren, and a good relationship with their mother. I hope that my life and my dreams will end up in the same place.
If, by the time this letter arrives, physical pain is even more a part of my daily life than it is now, I hope I will remember the grace with which I am now seeing Durr bear it every day. I hope I will still have my sense of wonder at natural beauty and technological advances, even after seeing so much more of both. I hope that I will have given more to the world.
Anyway, as Commander Spock said to his younger self, the traditional Vulcan sentiment would seem rather self-serving in this case, so I shall simply send my greetings to myself and all those around me in that time. I hope it's been a hell of a ride.
Love,
Me
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