Dear 16-year-old self,
I’m bursting with so many things to tell you. But, I think I wanna begin by saying I wish you held on to your adolescent years a little longer. You often fought with yourself to grow up and questioned so many things about life. You questioned happiness and threaded it with caution instead of embracing it when it came knocking at your door, albeit transient and short-lived. Happiness at every phase in life, whether you’re 16 or 60, is going to elude you. It’s only going to leave you if you decide to hold on to it longer and tighter than you’re supposed and expected to.
The years ahead of you will redefine what friendship and friends mean to you. You’re going to get hurt, betrayed, cheated and go through a whole lot of other emotions but you’ll survive only stronger and less gullible. You will realise soon enough that life works like a curveball and that, karma exists. You just gotta be patient and let things run the course they’re meant to.
You know nothing about love. So quit trying to understand it. Love isn’t meant to be understood. You’re not going to understand it even when you have your first kiss. Or let alone, on your wedding day, for that matter. Or even when you have your first kid. Maybe then, you might understand it just a tiny bit more. But, you’re still going to get a lump in a your throat when the next person comes up to you and asks you what love is.
I can’t wait for you to join me on this side of life in 7 years and 5 months time.