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30 DAYS OF DEEP AND RANDOM QUESTIONS (a series)

 DAY 20

"If you could write a letter ot younger self, what would the last sentence be"


Last Sentence:

Keep calm and half faith, everything will definitely fall into order, and your moment will come.


A Letter to my 10-year-old version.

Hello me,

I wish you could read this letter, in order for me to clear all your woes of the uncertain future. The tragedies of life will soon pass, the things you once ought to buy but could not would come within your arms length. Continue your fervent spirit of learning, and never grow to fast. Enjoy your days under the because the gloomy days will never fade, and you need to have your smile and young soul in hand to keep your feelings light.

Have a thick skin, and strong heart for the world would not be easy. You'd be thrown, bullied, and ridiculed but do not worry, or be afraid because all of these pain would hone you to become stronger.

Life would not be easy as we predicted, we'd go through a lot of struggles. And feel left behind by time, but you could not stop, just continue. When darkness begins to sit in, and the thoughts of death begins to shrowed your mind, please do not let it eat you up. Good Days are coming, all in Gods in perfect time.

You'd meet great people, and fleeting people. Do not feel hurt of the fleeting moments they are their to teach you lessons. Its okay to cry, cry and let your tears fall for I know the heavyness in our heart. Cry rather than to be eaten alive by all the sorrow that you keep within.

Keep calm and half faith, everything will definitely fall into order, and your moment will come.

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