A letter to the future

Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.

Dear Laura,

Holy shit, dude, 100 fucking years! I remember when I didn’t think I’d make it to 25, much less four times that! A million questions in my head….I want to hear it all! what have you seen? What have you experienced? How have you changed? Did you enjoy your life so far? Are you healthy? Tell me all about the dogs I have later in life! Did I ever find another like Patch? Where have you lived? How many tattoos do you have now? Do you still have the lip ring?

How close are you to truly understanding? Were we – well, was I – right? about myself? about my core theories of the universe? Did you ever find that perfect frequency, or are you still looking? Did I ever finish those drawings, or are they still simmering in your mind? Have I gotten to see a perfect night sky yet? If so, what mysteries did it uncover for you? Are you still searching? Did you ever finish your books? Did I ever figure out The Point? I find myself wanting to ask “did we” or “are we” but there is no we, it’s just me. I’m talking to myself, like always, but this time, I was prompted to!

Anyway – retardedness aside, I want to tell you that I don’t know what you’ve been through after today, or what you have done or who you have become, but I know what you came from – I am what you came from. I want you to know that I am so incredibly proud of you. Hell, I’m proud of myself now for surviving this long, and you went and lived to see 100! Seriously, you fucking rock. Thank you for not giving up, and for giving me all those things I’ve yet to experience. i can’t say it enough: thank you, thank you, thank you. for being you.

Love, me