Friday, May 12, 2017

Letter to my seven year old and Thirty five year old self

To my seven year old self,

I want to tell you that you are going to grow to a 21 year old jerk. Sadly, you are not going to be the pretty little princess that you hope to be. Boo you! You have to know the statistical improbability of you being related to the Royal family of England is very very slim, near impossible. I am surprised that your friends didn't see you as a mentally-deficient cow. You might feel that your all that and your so special or that you will change the world for the better. No! You will make the world burn!!!! BUUUUUUUURRRRRRNNNNN!! You do not even understand that the world DOESN'T revolve around you. You ain't the sun! Your name is not sunshine. It doesn't seem good hearing this from you 21 year old self. It is obvious that things have not really turned out the best for me. You will still be single, with a learning disability, and still loves watching cartoon than actually talking to people. Sad, isn't it?
The number 1 thing I want to take away from this is that you must be strong. In the harsh cold world out there, you are not the fastest, strongest, or the best. You must learn and accept that life is like that and don't be a push over. Do not let others take advantage of you. Fight for yourself! Do not pity yourself but stand up against the adversities and WORK IT, GURL! Remember to not take life too seriously. We will all die soon. The world would soon end and everything that we have done would cease to exist and would be forgotten like the universe treats us as a joke. Live to life on your own terms.

Love,
Shyla Lee

To my thirty five year old self, 

I figured you might have a job by now. You are probably with a husband and kids, I guess. I don't want to assume that you are very much well established and have become a mom. All I know you might still be single and broke. That's ok. It is painful to grow up. Your heart will get beaten by the system and your dreamer spirit might have become dormant, remember to not lose yourself. Never forget to evolve as a person and not take any shit by anyone. You might be experiencing great pains. The pains of the world will not stop. Keep on going and laugh. The world is one big joke. Laugh and make fun of it. Laugh even though you heart bleeds and your spine dislocates from the weight of the world. Smile and look up at the stars that seems to look so beautiful as they laugh at the people on Earth. You might say that this is not healthy or normal. But were you normal and healthy to begin with? I never remember that happening. Everything in the world will corrupt you. Save the formalities. Live life the way you want to live it. 
Love, 
Shyla Lee



Comments:
(Ptricia Armie's Walk the edge)
https://hibanaph.wordpress.com/2017/04/18/walk-the-edge/comment-page-1/#comment-8

(Julia Temena's The Seven Churches: Visita Iglesia)



https://juliatemena.wordpress.com/2017/04/13/the-seven-churches-visita-iglesia/comment-page-1/#comment-2

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