I had reached the age of twenty-eight. Still, I 1 whether the letter from my past would make it to me, all these years later. It was a 2 writing task from when I was eighteen. The teacher collected our letters to our 3 selves in self-addressed envelope with stamps and promised to 4 them ten years later. But since so much time had passed, would he even 5?
Thinking back on the 6, I recalled giving my future self some advice. When you're eighteen Years old, twenty-eight seems like a 7 age, but I wasn't feeling as mature as I believed my younger self had 8 me to be.
When the letter finally reached me, I opened it 9. It began, "How much do you bet this letter will never get to you?" It continued to greet me casually 10 we were having an IM (instant messaging) chat. As a senior in high school, facing the 11SATS and college application, my eighteen-year-old self was so 12! She was apparently not quite happy and hoped I wouldn't worry so much in the future, and that I wouldn't forget to be present and 13 my life!
14 to my belief, my eighteen-year-old self did not have any demands of me, or expectations I might have 15 meet. Instead, she wrote, "I'll 16whatever you do. Even if you are not the one I'm imagining now, I'll support you, because maybe17 I'm imagining is someone else, but you're not someone else, you're me.
I was 18, and tears welled up in my eyes at this 19 through time. I had put a lot of pressure on myself to be the best version of myself that I could be. 20, I came to realize what I would have accomplished in ten years would pale in comparison(相形之下) to how I'd feel and who I'd be.
