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21: a letter

by CoffeeBreath

oh honey, you have no idea what’s in store for you this year you start your 21st lap around the sun surrounded by the people you love the most - your family, your boyfriend, and a handful of friends - you’re missing some but you think it’s okay (it’s not) you’ve started your senior year of college, which you know will be stressful, but also fun because you love college late summer gives way to early fall fall ends and winter comes barreling in at full force which is strange because it was a mild winter that year oh baby, there’s a blizzard coming and you can’t see it because you haven’t checked the weather in days but maybe you can see the clouds start to change and the air turns crisp and breathing it in hits your nose like a thousand tiny needles all of a sudden you open your eyes and you are trying to outrun an avalanche that’s faster than Country House during the Kentucky Derby that year oh baby, you think you can outrun that avalanche but it buries you deep until the early spring sun melts it away but that spring sun gives way to showers that seem endless but once the rainy season ends, summer starts to show herself and you start to thrive off her warmth you graduate with honors surrounded by some of your closest friends, colleagues, compatriots yet, you still can’t shake the feeling that it’s all a facade because you see the leaves turn that way they do before a big storm comes and it does it brings monsoons and an earthquake so big it threatened to swallow you whole but you hung in there, baby you hung on until your fingers began to break and your arms started to give in and you kept reaching for someone to grab on and screamed yourself horse until someone came for you and another person came for you and another and another and another until they formed a human chain strong enough for you to pull yourself up and get your feet back on the ground they surrounded you and helped you build a fortress so mighty nobody could ever get in all while they stood guard at all hours all you had to do was ask for help that summer sun beat down on you so hard it burned your skin but you grew you planted your roots and you were watered by those standing guard eventually you were strong enough to be transplanted to a bigger pot but this time, you’re solo but those who stood guard are never far away summer has changed to fall and fall will change to winter and winter to spring there will be storms there may be some tremors but you will survive and you will grow and you will live every single day because being alive and breathing allow you to experience everything life has to offer what a joy to be alive, to breathe so 21 ends 22 begins what do you say in a letter to 22 year old me? as year 22 begins, remember you are strong you are important you will love yourself first you will put yourself first you will to seize every opportunity that comes your way you made the right decision you’re doing this for all the right reasons i think i’m going to like 22
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