Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.
Dear Future Me,
As I sit here in the garden of my youth, I can almost see you, a magnificent oak standing tall amidst the forest of memories. I wonder how the seasons have treated you. Has the sunlight of joy kissed your branches, and have the storms of life sculpted your character?
Time, like a river, has flowed relentlessly, carving the landscape of your existence. I hope you have danced along its banks, savoring every ripple and caressing every current. Have you collected treasures from its depths-the wisdom of experiences, laughter from shared moments, and the love that blooms like wildflowers in the meadows of your heart?
I imagine you, still searching for new horizons, a sailor navigating the vast ocean of life. Have you charted your course with the stars of your dreams, or have you anchored in the safe harbor of contentment?
Don’t forget that the roots of your being dig deep into this soil that once nurtured you. Remember the laughter, the tears, and the vibrant colors of every sunset. You are, after all, the result of a thousand memories, woven together like the finest tapestry.
With all my love,
Your Younger Self
CHRISTIAN HOPE 