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Dear future self How are you? Are you happy and healthy? Do you love what you do? Who did you marry, if anyone at all? How did you meet? Who made the first call? I hope that you haven't lost all my friends. And I hope you haven't forgotten my plans. Not plans of what to do or where to live, but how to be and how to live. I'm not too worried about your career or the money in your bank But I hope your mind's clear. I hope you still see that who you have is far more important than what you have. I hope you still see that who you are is far more important than what you are. I hope that you haven't forgotten how to smile and I hope you still see that everyone is worthwhile. I hope that your life doesn't revolve around work whether you're a counselor or a grocery clerk. I hope that your value isn't in money from your job. It should be placed in the things that can't be stolen if robbed. I hope that you're still very good at realaxing and I hope that your words haven't turned into acting. I hope you don't hurry and rush through each day. I hope your mind's colorful and never just gray. But most of all I just hope that you love how you're living and love all that you do.
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Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 1:35 PM UTC
Dear Future Self
Dear future self How are you? Are you happy and healthy? Do you love what you do? Who did you marry, if anyone at all? How did you meet? Who made the first call? I hope that you haven't lost all my friends. And I hope you haven't forgotten my plans. Not plans of what to do or where to live, but how to be and how to live. I'm not too worried about your career or the money in your bank But I hope your mind's clear. I hope you still see that who you have is far more important than what you have. I hope you still see that who you are is far more important than what you are. I hope that you haven't forgotten how to smile and I hope you still see that everyone is worthwhile. I hope that your life doesn't revolve around work whether you're a counselor or a grocery clerk. I hope that your value isn't in money from your job. It should be placed in the things that can't be stolen if robbed. I hope that you're still very good at realaxing and I hope that your words haven't turned into acting. I hope you don't hurry and rush through each day. I hope your mind's colorful and never just gray. But most of all I just hope that you love how you're living and love all that you do.
breanna-stockham
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Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 1:35 PM UTC
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