Dear me,
Me oh my!
My my,
Dear my future self,
To whom it greatly concerns,
I need you to listen.

You may not be the same as I am now.
According to scientific study,
I have concluded that you will have less of an open mind than I do at age 21.
I write this now to remind you in case you have forgotten.

You were once open minded.
You were once well acquainted with the understandings of life.
You were once a free thinker,
Without boundaries,
Understanding that words or useless,
And the definitions they give,
And the people who created them.
You once loved not to love,
But knew it was inevitable.
You once joyed in the joylessness,
The depression of existentialism,
Gave you happiness in its emptiness.
You knew that nothing mattered,
But that you wanted it to.
You once lived in your own mind,
And when forced out of it,
Bored yourself to madness.
You were once scared of new people,
And resorted to spending all your time alone or with your close friends.
You didn’t care about money,
You knew life was only for enjoyment,
And to laugh at,
But you wanted to be important.
You wanted to be Einstein.
You wanted to fix the world.
You wanted to be God.
You didn’t believe in God.
You had a plan to make yourself immortal.
You were scared to take the first steps.
You were scared you would mess up.
You had messed up many times before,
And it has effected your life,
In good ways and bad,
Creating the person typing this letter now.
You left your family’s religion,
And delved into the unknown.
You adventured new ideas,
In your mind,
And then always came to a nihilistic conclusion.
You enjoyed people’s confusion in trying to understand you.
You enjoyed trying to understand others,
And found it somewhat simple.
You were full of yourself,
Thinking there was something different about you,
Something alien,
Something beyond human,
But knew in truth you were just a unique arrangement of genes.
You didn’t care where you’re life was going,
As long as you ended up well.
Your greatest fear was thinking you may not ever be perfect.
You feared your own mind,
Knowing perfection was impossible,
And would ruin art,
Which was your first love.
You didn’t care about marriage,
Found the very idea amusing,
But you wanted a partner,
At least for a little while,
So that you could raise at least one child,
And hope that it succeeds in life better than you.
And you loved children,
And hated adults.
You wanted to stay a child,
And even tried numerous times.
You knew the development of the brain ruined great ideas,
Childish ideas,
That if kept by all humans to their adulthood,
Would free us from our stupidity,
From our arrogance,
From our prejudice,
And from our lack of better understanding.
This is how you tried to be.
A human who defied natural evolution.
Who wanted to be a big kid,
Who wanted to be a Lost Boy,
To never grow up,
And never adhere to life’s simplistic voyage,
That every human must take.
You wanted a new voyage.
To go where no man has gone before.
But you may not ever get there,
And maybe no one will.
But for the sake of your first love,
Remember, there is no objective truth,
Whether beautiful or meaningless,
Your life is special,
And you were once different,
And conceited,
Loving yourself the most.
And good or bad,
You knew both were subjective,
And morality just part of evolution.
So from myself to you,
I hope the future, your present,
Is better than mine,
But whether that is true or not,
Don’t ever stop dreaming,
Your immortality will come soon.