“Despite my self-doubt, I think I’ve got a pretty good handle on me, and where I am in the world now. If I were to compose a letter to my fourteen year old self (which I’m certain 14-year-old me would scoff at and ignore), it’d warn firstly that I will encounter love, loss, heartbreak and lies between then and now. Secondly, that nothing can indicate exactly what my response to these events will be, just to maybe save my most passionate reactions for the paper-journal, not the digital one. And thirdly, it’d remind me that I am small, the world is big, and the world revolves around this thing called the sun, not myself nor my generation. There’s a lot of notes I’d leave myself. And 10 years from now I’ll be telling my 23 year old self the same thing differently.”
Here goes, at Taste it Twice.