Letter to Younger Me

Little one,

At this day and age, you find comfort in all the smallest of things. From the gentleness of his embrace to the bittersweet chuckle that graces his face. You laugh. You cry. You always turn to him to make sure everything is just fine.

Oh, little one. You are too young to know. Too young to understand. The roads you walk, you won't always go hand in hand.

At this day and age, you see him as your home. A saviour. A superman. A father figure to always call your own. It is he who shelters you and keeps you safe at night, tucks you in and laughs at your small and insecure lines.

I do not wish to upset you, little one, but he won't always be your home. Dear daddy loves you but he will run out of time. And although it will pain you to say goodbye- life is most cruel to keep ticking on by.

So here's a letter from me to you sharing some advice. As you grow older and live to experience some untold horrors, you will question who you are and where it is you belong. You will yearn to travel the world in hopes of finding another perfect home but, what you need to know and what you need to understand is;

Home isn't shelter or a roof carved in stone, It is not the people you love, cherish or wish to call on the phone. Home is something internal, something pure in it's truest form. Home is something unbroken when you learn just how to find it. To put it simply and without confusion, home is you and everthing you stand for. Your sense of self, self respect and love. Home is your ability to find stillness in a circling storm.

So here it is I leave you. To ponder. To question. Lifes biggest lesson. Just understand, little one, you are more than what you think and to love oneself is life's truest gift.

I love you,

Your older self.