To my future self,
I hope that you are reading this letter in the ‘Pink’ of your health. I know, when it comes to health and physique, I haven’t really set the highest standard. I hope gymnasium and exercise will be a little more than two words in the dictionary for you. You might have found it incredibly difficult to shed away the lethargy and laziness which is synonymous with me. But still I hope that in all probability, you must have realized the importance of looking after yourself.
I sincerely want to believe that you are not being known as the ‘Mr. Good Guy’ anymore. Because being good is going to give you nothing except the tag of being good. I hope that you realize the evil, ruthless and mean streak in you and use it to the fullest. Even if you are unable to turn completely black, turn at least grey! Trust me; it will help you, in long, short or any run for that matter.
Ok, now to the good things. I hope someone has found you worthy of tolerating throughout her life (Don’t say no…it will break my heart). I believe you have learnt some cooking. If you haven’t, then God bless your marital life.
Have you been able to publish at least one novel? If you haven’t then I am sorry to say that I don’t think you will able to do so in your remaining lifetime. Am I being a bit too harsh? Well maybe, but I am really disappointed you know.
Anyways, ultimately what matters is are you happy in your life? If you are reading this letter sitting on a rocking chair in the lawn of your small bungalow, somewhere in the serenity of the woods and thinking about which movie to watch after dinner, then I will be tempted to think that you have lived a rocking life.
Ok, I didn’t realise that I have written more than 300 words without dictation. Both fish and speech stink when it is stale. While the first ruins your dinner, the latter ruins the mood. And I am willing to ruin neither. So, stay happy and stay blessed.