When was the last time you wrote someone a handwritten letter?.
The last time was yesterday: I wrote a letter to myself. In a small notebook I had received as a prize for reading the most books at school. Yes, my school celebrates things like this, and yes, I’m lifeless enough to win it.
My letters go something, but not quite, like this:
Today you had another boring day. Hope you aren’t leading this life in ten years’ time, because if so, you’ll be among the most pathetic people I know.
Maybe in ten years’ time, I’ll laugh. Perhaps I’ll cry or flinch at who I used to be –who I am right now. This, I hope. For if there’s no improvement between now and then, my entire life will go downhill.
There’s a depressing thought, yes?