A letter from January 3rd, 2018

As I write this, I find myself in a queer and confusing state; partially of fear and partially of hope. I hope when I find this I'm not stuck in a constancy. The very thing that scares me to bits. I hope I keep on changing. Changing into something better. I hope I have read more books and perhaps jotted down more thoughts. Everything about the future scares me because of my inability to predict it and I honestly don't want to have such an ability either. I want to fuse my soul and mind with uncertainty and tentativeness. I want to leave room for newer things. If they happen to be good, I must welcome them and if they don't, I must filter out all the important lessons I can and keep them closer to my heart. I hope this letter finds a better version of who I am today.