Dear 7-year-old me,
Though self-serving, I bid you greetings of peace and prosperity!
I write to you now from the not-so-distant future. Things are a lot different from 1997 but don’t expect any flying cars and light sabers.
Guess what. I’m a registered nurse! Sadly, I’m not a scientist nor an engineer nor a doctor nor an architect, as you might have dreamed of or will dream of. Still, you should be happy (because you will be anyway). It took a lot of time, effort and resources to get to what and where I am now. It won’t be easy, mind you. You’ll face a lot of hurdles before you get to the finish line. You need sheer confidence, ingenuity, endurance and help from the bonds you’ll make. But I’m getting ahead of myself. In the end, you won’t find any other profession just as rewarding.
I remember 1997 like it was yesterday. It’ll be a great turning point for you. Great changes will come ahead but it’ll all be for the better. Think of this very well for it will help you through your journey. Things will drastically change and you’ll go through a lot but you and your family will pull through.
Go ahead and make mistakes, they’re what will make you stronger. Just don’t forget to learn from them. You’re smart so that won’t be a problem.
Remember I mentioned bonds? They’re pretty important. I know you prefer working alone and that socializing isn’t really your thing but be sure to make friends. You don’t have to try very hard, there will be those who will come naturally. You don’t have to make a lot. Just keep those you have already. You’ll have at least a handful and they’re probably all you need for some time. Also, you’ll find out friendship is able to transcend time and distance, and that kind of friendship will be the one you value most. Still, don’t build your world around them because when they’re gone, your whole life will fall apart. I sound confusingly contradicting but you’ll understand soon enough.
Maybe you’re asking why I suddenly thought of writing you. Mind you, it’s not that all of a sudden. I’ve been thinking about this for some time now. Perhaps I’m just looking for answers in places I haven’t looked yet. Deep down, I know that I know the answers and who is better to help me than me? Don’t worry I’m not in a pile nor am I experiencing midlife crisis at 22. I just need this catharsis I’m getting from communicating with you.
I end my letter here before we both get too emotional and before I reveal too much. It’s best you find out most things for yourself. Trust me, it’s more fun that way!