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Dear Future Me,

I guess we’re keeping up with tradition. Another year, another letter to myself. Consider this my annual time capsule.

Today might not be the best day to be doing this. Mentally,,, it hasn’t been great. But I’ll try to focus on the positives.

Let’s rip the bandage off: Mother died.
I’m not sure I want to get into it. It’s etched in my mind anyway, and I’m sure a year from now, I’ll still remember it vividly. It was sudden, yet expected. Quick, fast, and every synonym that means the same.

It’s been seven months. I’ve been coping. Things are… okay. I think about it often, though not as painfully as before. Nights don’t feel heavy anymore. It’s the small moments that hit — the urge to tell her something and realizing I can’t.

Sometimes, I feel guilty for not thinking about her as much as I used to. Seven months isn’t that long, and yet I feel fine. And I shouldn’t, right? But things are fine. I almost have to convince myself that I shouldn’t be fine.

It’s also been a while since anyone’s asked how I’m really doing. One of my friends even forgot that she passed this year. I don’t talk about my grief publicly anymore; it doesn’t feel comfortable. Instead, I joke about it. And honestly? I think I’m hilarious as hell.

Since this letter is meant for me, I’ll say it: ever since her death, I’ve noticed I lack empathy. I just can’t seem to put myself in the shoes of people who’ve gone through anything less than I have. It’s unfair, I know. But I can’t help it. It feels like empathy was a switch, and on March 19th, it got turned off.

Anywayyyy moving on.
Good news: I’m still employed. Two years in the same job now. I don’t have my second job anymore, so yes, still broke but grateful nonetheless. The job is actually perfect. A few cons here and there, but overall, I’m lucky.

And now, for my favorite part of these letters: the love life update.
Still the same. No real progress. I’m talking to someone at the moment, but honestly, I don’t see it going anywhere.

My friends, though, they’ve been the real love of my life this year. It’s been hard, but I think the reason I’ve managed to feel okay this soon, even after everything, is because of them.

That’s about it. See you again next year.

With love,
Me.



 



October 29th, 2024

Hey, it’s me from 2024. Exactly a year after everything you went through in 2023. Honestly, it feels surreal looking back. I believed we'd never get out of that state — yet here we are, a year later, and it really doesn’t matter anymore.

A lot has changed, but some things remain the same.

First off: We’re no longer unemployed! In fact, we have two jobs now — crazy, right? After how things fell apart last year, we landed our first job in November. And it’s remote! No more waking up at 4:30 AM, dragging ourselves out of bed, or dreading every workday. Now, we actually love what we do, and the pay? Beyond what we imagined. We're into copywriting and branding now, which is wild, considering all we knew before was SEO. Two remote jobs with companies based in Singapore — who would’ve thought we’d end up here?

As for love, well, not much has changed. And strangely, we’re okay with that. We’ve realized that life is about so much more. Sure, there are still moments of loneliness, but we’ve learned that it’s better to be at peace on our own than to feel lonely with someone else. What happened last year? Yeah, it was tough, but today it barely stings.

Honestly, we’re more ourselves now — or maybe even better. The confidence, the peace, the faith — they’ve come back. It was all part of God’s plan, and we see that clearly now.

This year has also been about setting boundaries — learning when to say no, knowing what drains us, and protecting our peace. It’s been enlightening, even if some realizations were hard to swallow. But deep down, we knew these lessons were coming.

Oh, and we finally left the country! Sure, it was for work, but still, it’s something we’ve never done before.

Overall, it’s been a good year. Not perfect, but meaningful. I can’t wait to revisit this letter next year. Whatever happens, this is proof that things do get better — no matter how dark it feels in the moment.

With love,

You from 2024

October 29, 2023

Dear Future Me,

This letter is dedicated to you, or rather, to the me that exists a year from now. In 2023, things haven't exactly been on our side. It might not have been as disastrous as 2021, but it did put us through the wringer. Our heart endured two breakups this year. It's quite ironic how we once believed that life's most profound lessons were learned only once, right? However, this year shattered that notion; it seems like pain is a recurring theme in our life. I wonder how many times we must experience it before we truly understand its purpose.

As of now, we've been without a job for a whole month, despite countless interviews. It's been a challenging road, and just when we thought we had escaped the darkest corners of our mind, we were pulled right back in. Honestly, we're growing weary of it all.

Right now, we feel incredibly unlovable, and I'm not sure how to comfort us. We've often told ourselves that the right person will come along, but I'm beginning to question whether love is meant for us. Experiencing heartbreak twice in a single year feels like twice too much. Was it our fault? Perhaps. Will we overcome it? Undoubtedly, but at this moment, everything is still fresh and raw. So, I'm penning this letter for you to read in one year, praying to the higher powers that things will change.

A year from now, I hope you can read this and tell me that indeed, things have transformed. I hope we've strived for what we want because, honestly, we have close to nothing left. Once again, we've been stripped of everything we once possessed – every ounce of happiness, confidence, faith, and hope. Admitting to myself that we've been drifting away because of the trials we've faced is difficult. I pray that one year from today, I'll find my faith again. I genuinely believe it's possible.

So, a year from now, read this letter with all the gratitude in the world. Cherish it and pray for us. Pray for the changes we hope to see, for the strength to face what's ahead, and for the love we seek. May our future be brighter and filled with hope.


Sincerely,

2023 you


Dear 2022 Me,

I hope this letter finds you well. I'm writing to bring you up to speed on the whirlwind of changes and experiences that have unfolded since your last entry in the journal of life. Hold onto your hat, because some pretty significant shifts have taken place in the short time since you last checked in.

First and foremost, I quit my job. I can already hear your gasp of surprise. I know, you probably remember that amazing job promotion last year, and it did bring a sense of accomplishment. However, as time went on, the daily grind, the early mornings, and the constant traveling were taking their toll on us. The work-life balance was out of whack, and something had to give. So, here I am, on the job hunt, four weeks of joblessness behind me, and a sense of looming insanity creeping in.

We don't go on as many dates as we used to. Life has been throwing challenges at us, and the number of bodies now stands at eleven. Yes, I know you're probably doing a double-take at that number. Things got interesting in our dating life, didn't they? Last year was quite the rollercoaster, and this year we've only added two more to our count. We've been seeing the same two people consistently – one of them being our long-standing friend, and the other recently broke up with his girlfriend. But you might want to sit down for this one: I've decided to put a pause on dating altogether. Yes, you heard that right. We've met someone extraordinary, and I hope, someday, they might be more than just a number in our list. This change wasn't for them; it was for us. We realized some important things and decided to make a shift.

Now, let's talk about loneliness. It's still here, lurking in the shadows. But I believe we've been managing it better this year. Our friends remain an incredible source of support and joy. We've seen them from time to time, even made some new friends, and, just like last year, we're still navigating this journey alone. Though, brace yourself for a surprise – we've gained some and lost some friends this year. You wouldn't believe who it is, but trust me, there have been some unexpected twists.

In a nutshell, this year has been quite a challenge for us. April, our birth month, was a tough one. We reached a breaking point and had to take an unpaid leave to find some relief. Our hearts, well, they got tangled up again. It might not have been as brutal as what we experienced before, but it still stung.

Most of the months this year have felt like I've been operating in zombie mode. Life has thrown us for a loop, but we're still here, pushing forward, and learning as we go. It's a journey with ups and downs, but I'm hopeful that we're growing stronger and wiser with each passing day.

So, 2022 Me, I hope you're doing well, and I'll keep you updated as the journey unfolds. Remember, life is full of surprises, and change can be both challenging and rewarding. Hang in there, and keep moving forward.


With love,

Your 2023 Self

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