Dear 100-Year-Old Me,
Wow, look at you! A whole century old. A walking, talking, living piece of history. I can’t even imagine what it feels like to have seen a hundred years of sunrises and sunsets, of laughter and tears, of building and rebuilding. Are your hands wrinkled like the pages of an old, cherished book? Do your eyes still sparkle with curiosity, or have they grown tired of the world’s ever-turning chaos? Oh, I hope not! I hope you’re still full of stories, still full of dreams, still looking at the sky with wonder like I do now.
Right now, I’m just 20. A little warrior, a little dreamer. I have big plans, big hopes, and a heart that beats wildly at the thought of the future. I still trip over my own feet sometimes, still run too fast before I learn to walk, still believe that I can do everything and anything if I just set my mind to it. Did that change? Or did you keep that fire burning?
Tell me, old lady—do you still stand tall with pride, or does your back ache a little from carrying a lifetime of experiences? Do you still get excited over the little things, like the sound of rain tapping against the window or the way the wind plays with your hair? Do you still stop to watch butterflies, still hum a tune when no one’s listening, still find magic in the ordinary? Oh, please tell me you do!
You know, at this age, I believe in miracles. I believe in the unseen hands of fate that push us toward where we need to be. I believe in Krishna’s love, in destiny, in the pull of the universe aligning everything just right. Did you ever stop believing? Did life shake you so hard that you forgot all the things that once made your heart swell with joy?
I hope you’ve lived. Lived fully, recklessly, beautifully. I hope you’ve danced in the rain, even when people called you crazy. I hope you’ve laughed so hard that tears rolled down your cheeks. I hope you’ve forgiven yourself for all the things that once haunted you. I hope you never let regrets chain you down.
And love? Oh, my heart aches to know—did we find it? The kind of love that sets souls on fire, that makes the world feel small because one person became our entire universe. Did we love deeply, or did we let the fear of pain keep us from experiencing the greatest feeling of all? I want to know—did love stay? Did it last?
And dreams—oh, the endless dreams I have now! Did we build our company? Did we become a scientist, a researcher, a creator? Did we change lives with our work? Or did we find a completely different path, one that younger me couldn’t even imagine?
If time has turned you into someone quieter, someone softer, I understand. But please, don’t tell me you let the world dim your light. I hope you are still fierce, still bold, still unshaken by the storms life throws your way. I hope you still fight for the things that matter, still stand up when others sit down, still walk fearlessly into the unknown.
And if, by chance, life has made you weary—if the years have stacked up on your shoulders and made you doubt yourself—then listen to me. Listen to your younger self, the one who still believes in endless possibilities. You are still me, and I am still you. We are not bound by age, by time, or by anything in this world. We are infinite.
So, stand up straight, take a deep breath, and smile. You are 100, and you are still here. That is the greatest achievement of all.
With all the love in my heart,
Bandana (Yes, it’s still me, the same little dreamer from long ago!)
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