Dear Younger Me,
I remember you. You who has never met me. You who could never have imagined what I would become. You who knew so little of me, and yet you who I know so much of, so intimately.
I watched you grow up. I watched you learn, and mature, and fall, and so many times get back up again. And I remember the nights you spent wondering what great adventures life had in store for you. I remember how brightly that hope burned in your heart. And mostly I remember how unstoppable you thought you were, and how nothing in this whole wide world could ever stop that flame from burning.
I’m here to tell you that there’s something that hungers for that flame, something desperately trying to put it out. You don’t see it yet but it’s hiding in the shadows, following you, waiting for the perfect time to strike. One moment you’ll blink and the next you’ll find yourself just a little bit different until one day you’ll wake up and think, “It’s gone”.
But fear not. You have been gifted with strength and resilience. You will make it. It will be hard, and you will hurt, and everything inside you will feel as though it has been shattered. But the sun will come again, and you will keep breathing, and you will live. Better yet, you will know what it truly means to live.
For the Wolves you must howl, louder and stronger, and they will go.
For the Fire you must burn, brighter and hotter, and it will be extinguished.
For the Fear you must trust, Braver and Wiser, and it will flee.
And for every voice, every lie, every terrible and dark thing uttered from the lips of The King of Lies, you must raise your head, and lift your eyes to heavens and shout, “I will fear no evil!”.
For that is when you will truly live!