A Letter To 17 Years Old Me…

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There is one question that will always resonate in our minds… What if things were different?… What if I had pursued a different career, a different love affair, a different life? Where would we end?

 

 

Life is a straight current with one destination to row towards, but maybe, just maybe, there is a way back through the air… with the internet technology that travels through space with the speed of light, I may be able to answer myself when I was seventeen… why seventeen?? Because it was the year, in my memories, where I chose what led me to exactly where I am sitting right now, eleven years later.

 

 

 

 

Dear me,

In case you don’t think I am real, here are some hints that only you can understand.

– When you were a kid, you called neck ties Lokot… and you still don’t know why.

– The first time you saw the first girl you loved was in your dreams, not in the day you met her in Emirates.

– You chose dentistry because your young brother wanted to be a dentist and he needed you with him (P. S. He betrays you and becomes a mechanical engineer)

Now that I have your attention, allow me to tell you some things you may find weird in your future.

You will become a dentist… eventually. But did you know that you will also be a writer?? A published one, too. Yes, you are not a reader right now, but once you start college, soon, you will start picking up books from bookstores, and realize the magic that can be made through words. In case you were curious, your first book is a part from a series… a story of a man with eight spirits connected to him by the tragic event of his birth, which he will use for his advantage. And guess what??? You named the main character after your brother; you know… the one you always tried to copy.

You haven’t played the piano for a while… guess what, you will go back to it, I have composed three songs so far, the third one is still on its way, here’s to three more, kiddo.

You will start to say kiddo a lot in the future, especially to your nephews and nieces. How many you ask? Well, let’s see. You will be loved by six boys and five girls, one of them looks exactly like you. They wanted to name him after you, but you played the shy card and said no… dumb ass.

How is your romance life in 2014?? Well you have non… and I don’t believe I will ever find it ever again… and stop believing in lov………… wait a second…….

You would not believe this… 37 years old me just popped in my facebook account… you don’t know what facebook is?… it’s alright. Anyhow, he says hi, he is now getting his ass beaten by his son on his new Playstation 6… oh my… he named him Adam. He named him after my favorite character in my series.

Well you can forget about my love advises; I guess I am still as ignorant about life as you are now.

I guess all I can say is, take care of yourself, and don’t worry, your choices, successes and failures were the results of who I am now… remember… you can stumble, but it’s alright if you are stumbling while walking in the right way… see, you will be a good writer 🙂

All the best, kiddo.

A. H. Amin

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