Day late. Almost two. However, I didn’t forget. I’ve written you letters for a year now. What have you learned? Are you catching up to me or are you staying behind? If it’s the former, I’ll keep writing. The latter, I’ll stop. I’m measuring your progress. I want to feel you breathing on my neck. Read and assimilate! Start from the first letter and work your way to the most recent.
Tag Archives: self-letters
10,000 Flying Cars
Dear Har-old,
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Flying cars.
10,000 crashes.
Congratulations!
Futuristically yours,
Har+new
Voice Of The Young
In response to Who Burnt The Popcorn Again? and to anticipate those who are camera-shy, I’m rolling out audio-self-letters.
What makes this different from video-self-letters is that you will NOT be seen, only heard.
Instead of worrying about appearance, authors using this format can just focus on their delivery.
Sometimes written language can fail us as you know from text message, Har-old. So with audio-self-letters you can hear tones, epic pauses, emphasises, cadences, signature growls and all the other flexibilities one has with their voice. The written letter itself will accompany this format for follow-along purposes. Think of it as listening to an audio book while you follow along with it in your hands.
The last addition to this format is inspired by scenes of Ledger’s Joker in The Dark Knight: tension building music. Low background music. Preferably music without words. You know how radio personalities talk while music plays in the background. Well, that’s the idea. Think of it as a soundtrack to your letters. I bet you’re thinking about The Social Network soundtrack right now, aren’t you?
Futuristically yours,
Har+new
I Might As Well Eat Grass
Cj27,
Why are you so burdened with worries?
You worry everyday about whether or not I achieved the goals I set for my life. Only you know and understand that some days my life was as fun as a lazy cow grazing in an empty field. Some days I was so bored with my life, I might as well eat grass. And so, you wonder if I ever escaped the endless routine of my life – investigating complaints that I do not care about or feel the need to care about. I wish I could tell you to stop worrying. I wish I could tell you that everything is great. But I can’t. You see, our destinies are inextricably woven. My fate is tied to yours. Who I am now is dependent on the choices that you make.
I cannot tell you if everything is great or if I achieved all the things you want me to achieve at this age. You will have to see that for yourself when you get a chance to meet me. Never-the-less, I can tell you one thing that I want you to stop doing.
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For heaven sakes… STOP PANICKING.
I know you feel a sense of urgency. I know you feel that your life is like an untidy room. You really want it clean but you just don’t know where to start. Stop panicking. Be still and you will hear the voice. Just start cleaning. You start to clean and in no time the room is spotless.
STOP PANICKING.
Do you remember that time when you were sitting in your car at the parking lot and you saw a car reversing straight into your car? All you could hear is a voice screaming in your head. STOP! YOU ARE GOING TO HIT MY CAR. STOP! LOOK AROUND DUMBO. STOP!!! Your hands sweated, your heart pounded and still, the voice in your head screaming loudly and endlessly.
…Then the loud crashing sound of metal crushing into metal and the jerk that silenced the screams in your head.
The answer was so simple. Just honk your horn. However, you didn’t do that. You didn’t hear the answer because you panicked. Sometimes life is like that, the answer is simple but you will never figure it out if you panic. Be still and you will hear the voice…
Just honk your horn.
Futuristically yours,
Cj40.
Who Burnt The Popcorn Again?!
Remember Burnt Popcorn?
Well, I’m expanding on the idea.
For the future-selves who know their present-self hate reading and are more visually inclined, they can do video-self-letters.
Authors can either do videos for their previously written letters or videos with brand new material.
Videos shouldn’t be longer than 5 minutes.
Different presentation, same concept.
Lights. Camera. Action.
Futuristically yours,
Har+new
Freshly Pressed Fifty Dollar Bill
Dear Har-old,
The following announcement is for all authors, current and prospective, everyone except for me.
To the youngster whose future-self writes them a letter that gets featured on Freshly Pressed, I will personally pay them $50 electronically. PayPal preferred.
Now Har-old … before you attempt to hit yourself so hard that I feel it, hear me out. I’m excluding you for a reason. It will be cheating if I wrote the Freshly Pressed letter. I created this. I know the format. The “secret ingredient.” The “magic formula.” I have the most letters on here which means practice makes prefect.
It may take one letter. 12 letters. 26 letters. The number doesn’t matter. The only number that matters is 50. The $50 that will be theirs, all theirs, IF their letter is the one that gets FY (Futuristically Yours) featured on Freshly Pressed.
I will make this letter here sticky so the flying cars that come crashing through here will see this when they roll down their windows.
There is no deadline; this is an ongoing offer.
Futuristically yours,
Har+new
