Letter to My 11-Year Old Self

Hello, little beauty. I may be late, but here’s my birthday gift to you. I love you. Enjoy reading this letter!

Today, I am writing this on a musky place, surrounded by blank faces, routine and scripted words.

Every day, we get older. A little bit wiser, a little less of this and more of the whatnot. I am writing this letter to let you know that I’m just here, always, for you. If you’re sulking in the corner like the baby that we are, or belted out angst and disappointment through tears, read this, my dear. Breathe in; take your time.

You’ll meet a lot of people, and they will talk – a lot. Whatever you do, either good or bad, they will have something to say about you. That’s how it is, yet always keep in mind that that will remain beyond your control. Just let them be. You’ll know who your friends are, and you’ll realize that you don’t need an army to have a strong support group. It’s not in the numbers, and I’ll leave it all to you to figure out how it works.

It is okay…

It is okay to put your heart on your sleeves, and it’s okay to trust easily. That’s your core being. You’re young and naïve, and hopeful and always looking at the positive side of things. There will be a lot of reasons why you’ll have trust issues but, I promise you, it will make you a better person. I want you to always remember whenever you’re feeling like swimming in a quicksand or stuck in a puddle of shit, it’s not a bad life rather just a bad day. Being idealistic is okay, but you’ll experience a lot of conflict which will make you realize that you need to experience heartbreaks to fully embrace happiness. You are the type of person who gives it your all. I’m proud of you. Stay that way, and your instincts will take care of the rest.

Let’s talk about love, darling. I know you’re excited to know about this. It won’t be anywhere near the love stories you’ve read on novels or on movies and TV shows. You’ll fall, and it will be hard. It will happen soon enough, unknowingly, and it will be the turning point of our maturity. Don’t be scared, but you will get lost. The pain will be unbearable and It will take years for you to heal and to let go, but everything will be worth it all. I think you already know what happens to the lost.

Don’t worry about me.

I’m fine; and to be honest, I want to thank you for being you and for taking all the leaps that amazes me till now whenever I think of you. Thank you for the young love you said yes to, and eventually got out from. Thank you for crying at any type of show, and for starting to love horror films which made me realize that politics is far worse than that genre. I’m happy where I am now – full of love, upholding honor and excellence, restless, bold and confident. I think we’re at the peak of our essence.

I promise to stay true to us, to love without holding back, and to serve the people because that’s us.