nostalgia.

i. epiphany.

dear younger me,

remember when you used to say that the world was like a small ball, if you could chase after it and catch it successfully, it will be at your mercy.

when you thought that the world was sweet as the peaches you would pluck from the smallest branches of the trees. you thought they would be sweet and ripe as the peaches, and the juices that drizzled down your chin would be a reminder that the world was ready to spoil you.

you recall when you thought that the world was eager to have you, and the people you talked to despised nothing from you, not your ebony skin that was captivated by the beautiful sun, or your wild curls that was in sync with the soft wind that blew across your angelic face. they would love you regardless of who you see fit, or who you worship.

did you think you were wrong?
did you spend so many seasons under the stars, watching the beautiful constellation of stars twinkling and sparkling brightly at you, they were like little dots that invaded the blackened sky, and the very cool wind would dance slowly and whisper sweet nothings into your ear, and in your head you saw yourself as a beacon of hope and joy to others, the world treasured you like as if you were a precious pearl, and any where you went people wanted to be so close to you.
did your fruitless dream ever come true? now that you have tasted the world, is it as sweet as the peaches? or does it look sweet to taste but is rotten on the inside?

the world is not sweet, people do not wish for your existence, and some will regard you as low as the dirt caked on their shoes.
so, younger me, i want you to be ready for the world. it is brutal and it will tear you apart if you do not have the willpower.
do what you wish, but always remember that the world is boorish.

with love,
your future.