A Message To My Future Self

I wonder if our future selves are thinking about us

Do you think they ever think about this moment, as we are thinking of them?

In the cinema of our memories, the chaotic bits and pieces start to align sometimes

Like a drumbeat

Like streetlights on an empty highway

Do you ever think about the people we are becoming

Do you think we will be happy?

Did we live our dreams or did we compromise?

Maybe we weren't that stubborn and wasted some of our time

Rewatching our favorite movie before Christmas And taking walks despite our deadlines

I hope we didn't take our life too seriously

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Sometimes we forget how delicate beings we are

Sometimes we forget that time goes by so fast

I wish we at least talk to each other in the future

It's weird how we exist in multiple timelines

It's weird how we dream, how we create and judge ourselves so harshly

The balance of this world is so fickle

Our bodies and minds are so fragile

Maybe aiming for something is pointless

Maybe our reasoning is flawed just a tiny bit to keep us going despite the uncertainty

It's weird how we wish we could see into the future the same way that we see into the past

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You, recalling your mother crying, your brother, holding your hand

It's strange how our minds work, how death changes us so fast

You used to be a curious kid, with raindrops in your blue eyes

You grew up with bravery and observed pain scratch your skin

Sometimes this pain still makes your voice crack

Sometimes music can't contain this burden

And I'm aware that it's impossible to see it now

But I can sense the brittle lenses of memory all over us I know that on the other side are our future selves

And all they can see is the joy of the world tracing your smile.

The same way I do now

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In which corner of this world will we end up?

Do you think it's nice there?

Maybe I'm naive but I don't care because

I'm smiling now

And if I have the strength to be happy now,

I might be happy in the future