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Reading a letter I wrote to myself on New Year's Eve, 1951.
I was 21. It was my custom to write a letter, to be opened in one, or five years. This one is i...
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Beautiful.
I too was distracted by fish.
21 you say ?,...ahhh, maybe the flesh but the soul was already much, much older.
I was gonna say I want to do this for myself, but I've done so many vids that are meant as explicit messages to my future self. I should post one to show you what I mean, or just a snippet (cuz it's so private).
Well, let me ask you this- do you ever peer into the camera lens and wonder who it is that's looking back at you. It's YOU, but a future you. But when you're looking into it, you have no idea how far into the future you're projecting...how old is that person (future-self) who will, at some point, stumble across the video while cleaning up her files, or is curious to see her messages from the past? What has she experienced that you have yet to know? What does she know in terms of how futile, silly, irrelevant, or profound your present words are...?
Do you remember wondering that while writing letters to your future self?
Right this second, my crone is giving me that wise but wry smile. I can see the love in her eyes, though.
@Syd
you hit the nail on the head.
"and thus another of the too few years allotted me is drawing to an end"
very funny, since I am now 80, a figure impossible to comprehend at that time.
How little did I know.
I certainly I never thought I would be reading it 60 years later. Or that I would be making a video (?) about it and making it available for the world to see.
What exciting times we live in.
WOW - Not a surprise to see you were an interesting sapling.
What an extraordinary treasure to come across. I have never written to myself, but old journal entries and copies of letters I wrote to others certainly keep me in touch with the younger self I used to be, that young person who took herself WAY too seriously. I do remember writing at fifteen, "I wonder where I'll be when I'm 25?" I went on to make a bunch of dire predictions that did not come to pass.
I have to ask you two things, Margaret:
1) Is spaghetti as wonderful for you today as it was 60 years ago?
2) Why and when did you stop writing these letters to yourself?© 2025 Created by Chig. Powered by
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