Dear future self,
I wish you could write and let me know things are ok. Let me know that my dreams have materialized. I wish you could tell me not to worry. Just to let it be. But I wonder if the outcome would be the same if you did? Would I try less harder? Would I surrender easier?
No, better you stay quiet. Let me fight my fires without knowing the degree of burn. I've never been one to need to know the end before I've embarked on the journey. Being prepared for every eventuality is very different from knowing the exact eventuality.
Which one would you choose? Knowing one, or trying them all. I choose all. Otherwise what would you do with the rest of your time?
Rage. Rage against the dying of the light.