Letter to my 12 -year old self
Dear 12 yr. old. You know you' ve grown up now. And you have grown up into a very different person. Like a seed that you plant under the soil and it transcends into a huge, stretched, and shadowing existence, like anything colossal but the seed itself. There are, however autumns that you still experience. You know what do they remind you of? That you are nothing in your own self. Somebody who is powerful enough to give refuge, yet weak enough to hold on to itself. The abstracts do matter, but there are greater things that you shall be aware of. So, let's cut short to the point. Listen carefully, when I tell you that not everybody you meet is a stranger. At this point in life, everyone save the schoolmates and family, seems to be a threat to the comfort zone. Take it, a new school, a new course that you may join, a bunch of girls you meet at the park, your extended family whom you may not have met in a long time or a recently arrived neighbor, none of them is a stranger. A...