Hand's of Fate

 Dear Future Me, 

It is a breezy Saturday afternoon amidst late November (my favorite month), and life is well. The holidays are rounding the corner, and to be quite frank, I feel free for once. Here I sit wrapped in a warm cozy blanket listening to Christmas lofi in a sun lit room. My mental state is that of a still pond on a snowy evening. The toil and everyday grind of the last few years is what bought me this moment (thank you past me). To all the ones out there still stuck in the ocean of trials and tribulations, KEEP SWIMMING. You will reach that island one day and you, too, will be able to rest and enjoy the sunset.

I've reread some of my past writings, and damn... there were some severely low points in life. My mental state changed as time went on. I can testify that the grind is worth it (struggle today for the you tomorrow).

Anyways... within the next week or two, an envelope will come in deciding where my future will reside in the next four years, but honestly, I don't give donkey's booty wipe. I've given it my all and will keep doing so no matter the outcome. The hand's of fate will decide now, and I will gladly venture where the universe wills.