Dear 18 year old me,
I know that you are possibly craving to hear these words and yet you are skeptical if they will be true. I know you are a confused and tangled heap of thoughts spiraling in endless circles. I know that this is your final battle and you have to do well come what may, because there isn’t any other option.
You are trying in vain not to think about the outcome, yet you can’t stop doing the same. No one can understand you more than I do. I won’t tell you that you shouldn’t feel stressed. Neither would I tell you that your feelings are baseless. But I’ll tell you this. No matter what, you’ll shine. I know that you won’t agree to this unless you experience it, but trust me, for once. Your dilemmas will reach logical conclusions. Your choices will be justified. The battles that once raged inside will quieten.
You’ll be more confident, and life will gather so much speed that you’ll be rushing to keep up. And I know that you’ll enjoy this. The dark circles beneath your eyes will be worth the pain. You’ll smile more confidently. You know, one year can do a lot to people and no one knows this better than I do. I know you’ve worked hard, and have faced situations others can only think of in the wildest of their dreams. Don’t give up and keep grinding. My dear, one day you will know what I meant when I said that it’ll be worth it.
Love,
Your 19 year old self