To my younger self,

A lot has passed since you finished high school. I hope you take this the best way possible, but how you planned adulthood didn’t work out. You haven’t done a single thing like you wanted. Emphasize “want” since you forgot about what you truly wanted at some point. But how? Why? Me? Make a mistake? Not having all the control of my life at 18? Sounds crazy! The idea of failing will make you lose your mind, but trust me, I’ll show you the way back. First, let’s refresh your memory.

Back in your last years of elementary school, you read your first book: Romeo and Juliet. It was a challenging version of the book for a kid, but in the confusion of it, you enjoyed it. Well, you loved it. “It was like a TV show in my head,” you told Dad when he picked you up from school. After that, it felt like love. You read and wrote every time you could, and participated in anything related to it—clear as water, everyone who knew you could see how much you enjoyed books. Your passion wasn’t questionable, but there was a problem: something didn’t feel right.

See, in the beginning, you didn’t care; at least you didn’t think about the opinion of others regarding a career in the humanities. It wasn’t negotiable then, you had to make your life around this somehow but you got a low punch from a big hero for you, Dad. And before you think something, yes, your dad was responsible for making fun of you when you answered his million-dollar question: “What are you going to do with your life?” But no, he’s not a villain —he’s human. He didn’t mean it, even if you think he did in his mind he thought you could take his career legacy as an option.
So, who did it? Who made you fail? I will hold your hand when I say this: it was you. And before you hurt yourself with hate, I want you to forgive yourself as well.

See, you moved to another country with the opportunity of starting fresh and even having dad far away, you never reconsidered the idea of going back to your dreams, the real ones, and it was so that you even find excuses, “English Is not my first language, I can’t be a writer!” and blindly choose again something different. You brainwashed yourself, forgot about your dreams, and decided to make your dad happy by choosing his career path, suffered in the process, and did something for four years that you didn’t like as much as you thought you would.

All that being said this comes from the future you, this hate is going to take you nowhere, and indeed it took you to a dark hole, dark enough to corrupt you, and reading this as a teenager makes everything more complicated than what it is already but trust me, it can be scary but life is an experience, and between us, who told you making it right the first time is possible? Don’t think everyone does it right without making any mistakes. After all, If you dig deep, the only way out is up, take this knowledge of life, and build yourself a rocket out of that black hole, up to space, to a new chapter.