A PSA For You, Future Me

I'm too realistic to make this an enthusiastic message from your eighteen year old sponsor.

I know that whatever I'm envisioning for you will not happen.

The cynic in me will never disappear. 

There are some ideals I currently have that I know you'll never live up to.

But I hope that you might.

So I'll list them here so you'll feel guilty and maybe, maybe do something about it.

If you're alive ten years from now, I hope you've got your shit together.

I hope you were courageous enough to do what was best for you.

I hope you forgot about everyone's expectations but your own.

I hope you found the motivation to kick yourself in the ass and be what you always dreamed of.

I hope you defined success for yourself and fucking worked to make it a reality.

I hope you're with the one person you can really, truly depend on.

I hope you're happy with yourself.

I earnestly mean that. Be selfish, do everything you want to try, fuck up. Do it. Just be happy. Goddamn it. Stop wondering why you're here and just live.

If you get another ten years here before leaving somewhere or ceasing to exist, I want you to milk it.

Live. That's it. This doesn't have to be detailed. You don't have to know the hows. You just fucking find a way. Regardless of everything else in this fucked-up world.

And if you haven't done it by now, you're as useless as you always feared you were. 

These things, your hopes and dreams and goals, will all start when you end what's holding you back.

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