To My Present SelfDear Rachel,
Let's start with you, right now. The world can wait. While everyone is clanking away on their mental time machines, we can stay grounded in the present. The air is sweeter here, the ground firmer. Our voices louder. Take my hand. We'll be alright.
We can start with the Post-It Notes too, if you want. They've always been your lifebuoys.
It's all in your mind.
Those thoughts, those fears. Insignificance. Inferiority. Fate or destiny even though you're an avowed humanist. We know them well. Your unofficial big sister said it well. Part of being human is being uncertain. Keats said it well. He called it negative capability: "that is when man is capable of being in uncertainties, Mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason." Two people, separated by centuries and continents. Even when we struggle to believe that we're unique, we can better ourselves than the lowest common denominator, we're the same. We still tussle with the unknown. We still