I accidentally found an old letter stuck in my old diary. The handwriting was a bit crooked, but each line seemed to bring me back to a carefree time.

My letter to myself:

“To myself in the future, are you happy?

How old have you become?

Do you still like to sit and watch the rain sing, do you still think about a colorful world?

How far have your dreams come true?

I really hope that, no matter what happens, you still hold on to the beautiful things you once believed in. I really hope that you don’t forget that you deserve to love and be loved. Even if life changes, try not to lose faith in your dreams.”

It turns out, I used to be a child with so many thoughts and dreams. But growing up, sometimes the hustle and bustle of life makes me not realize that anymore.

Indeed, the journey to maturity is not about forgetting the past, but learning to carry it in your heart, so that when you are tired, you still have a place to think about.