Letter to my younger self

To my younger self

I’m writing you a letter…

You’d come into the world with all the charm heaven’s got to give

You’ll later realise how much you’re loved by everyone around you

You’d take your first steps before you’re one because you’re a trooper and a fighter

As soon as you learn to compose your sentences, you’d question every single person and thing around you because you’ll believe you have a right to know.

You’d get answers.

Very soon people will start to tell you, with all these questions, you’d become a lawyer

You’d grow to believe that

You’d be the apple of your father’s eyes

Your parents would shower you with all the love you could ever need

All that love will translate into hope

And all that hope into dreams

Big dreams.

Dreams your dad will tell you are not too big

Then you’d get older

You’d turn ten

You’d go into the world

The world of labels and definitions

A world where everyone would have an opinion of who they ‘think’ you are and who you should be

It would be confusing initially

Then the doubt will creep in

All of a sudden you’d start to doubt yourself

You’d ask yourself, who are you to be brilliant, beautiful and talented?

This quiet voice in your head would say ‘who are you not to be?’

Your dreams will suddenly start to look too big

You’d turn thirteen and your body will start to change.

The fact that you’re a girl will become more pronounced than ever

And then you’ll slowly realise it’s a man’s world.

You’d turn fifteen.

You’d travel halfway across the world to chase your dreams, while still trying to discover who you are

You’d face so many trials

They’d test you

You’d realise you were stronger than you thought you were

Like a caterpillar metamorphosing into a butterfly,

Your wings would start to grow in all their glory

And in the quietest of all mornings

You’d find God

You’d realise He was that quiet voice in your head telling you, you could do it all along

Then you’d start to wonder, who could have ever made you believe that you were anything less than spectacular

You’d realise that the world lied, because it was afraid of the power within you

Then you’d find your voice

A voice you shall grow to call your own

You’d finally believe that you are unstoppable

That you are dynamite

A lamp that can never be hidden

A city set upon a hill

You’d realise that all this while

Your deepest fear was not that you were inadequate

But that you were powerful beyond measure

You’d go on to do great things

Things that no eye has seen, no ear has heard and no mind can fathom

Then you’d turn twenty-two

You’d be a writer

A story-teller

A keeper of dreams

You’d sit down one day

And you’d pen down your legacy for the next generation

Telling the world of the treasure you found...