Letter to Myself
He handed over the letter to me. I looked at it. No stamp, no address. Just my plain name on the envelope. Written with a dark blue pen. The handwriting was so familiar. The man who passed me the letter was none other but myself. I write this letter to myself back in 2008. Almost 2 years ago. Since I skipped a year, it now feels even awkward. I felt a little anxiety.
As I unfold the letter, I saw the familiar handwriting of mine. It was a scary feeling to say the least. In the beginning, I was affirming my beliefs. Towards the middle of the letter, I was committed to do publicly by going submerge the water. 2 years later, nothing took place. I guess I was back sliding.
In the second paragraph, I found out I was digging her. Since the few weeks earlier I returned from Cameron Highland, I was totally thinking about her. Has been times and slowly it ended up as a phase. Same that happened to an earlier one. It was just a phase. In the letter I told myself, just ask yourself a year later what it will be? will that be the same or somehow slowly it dies.
Through them I learned that I need to buck up myself. Be someone that to be reliable and dependable. Someone that they will loved for. It was my turning point. I become better. I did. I need to build myself up – financially. I did mentioned that my mom always been wanting to own a house. A home that we can called it our own.
…
Popularity: 2% [?]