Dear future me,
For a life that is half lived, I feel pretty full of it.
It’s tiring to pick myself up and dust myself off after every slip and broken ankle, is it still the same?
What if I just laid there for a couple of days or just 2, 3, 10 years?
What if I closed my eyes and let the world move on without me along?
But then again
What about my dreams and goals?
The name I want to build, the change I want to make, and all the love I still have to give?
What about the next marvel movie that will leave me waiting for the next one as well, is Wanda really dead?
What about Rihanna’s next album, Elon’s next project, and Kayihura’s next banger? Ese yaje gusohoka and did you keep your eyes on him?
What about those who pray that I hold on, counting me for my worth, what about them? Am i still worth the value they give me?
For them
I’ve held on this long,
to this point where emotions get entangled. I am sad that I’m happy but, I am happy that I am sad because after the storm comes the sun. How bright is it?
I hope it shines as it used to back in the days?
It used to be beautiful and warm before all the darkness and pain.
Do you still hold on to those memories? Or are the new ones even better ?
I hope you are happy.
So dear future me, I hope you still remember the words you told yourself
Holding on hurts, letting go kills,
The choice now lays with you.
