A letter from Sep 8th, 2025

Dear FutureMe, take a breath. You are so incredibly stressed, pushing yourself to the very limit of life. Breathe, your anxiety hits the roof, if you feel like life is sand slipping through your fingers, breathe. God is with you, you are with you, and I hope we have stopped sacrificing our happiness to have someone live your life. Be so unconditionally free, feel no need to fit in a category or label, be anything, everything, learn whatever, do whatever,  don't just do possible, do what keeps the light eyes your eyes, the fire in your bones, and the fever in your soul. The way marine biology gets you yapping and the way math fascinates you, the way radiology is absolutely engrossing, oncology is like a puzzle never to be solved. So don't just major in what you need to, don't stop learning once you have a job, keep on educating yourself, you are unstoppable, stay entertained, don't be dumb. I hope now E.R., K.M., and A.H. are gone, you have time to figure out yourself, really figure out yourself, where do YOU want to go? Also love C.W from afar, love is best unventured.