A Letter To 100-year-old me

Dear Old Me

I know the road over the past century hasn’t always been smooth, but look at you, still standing, still thriving, I’m so proud that you never gave up.

Thank you for being strong, for pushing through, and for proving that no matter how many storms came your way, you never let them wash you away.

But let’s take a moment to laugh at some of the foolish things I did as an idiot kid. I know you remember them how could you forget? Like the time I thought I could outrun a moving car, only to trip over my own feet and land face-first in the mud.

Or when I tried to impress my friends by jumping off a high wall, only to realize mid-air that gravity wasn’t on my side. Let’s not even talk about the time I put my phone in the freezer because it was “overheating” and ended up with a frozen brick instead of a working device.

Oh, and I’m sure you still shake your head when you remember how I once tried to toast bread with an iron. Genius, right? Spoiler alert, it didn’t end well. And let’s not forget how I argued with grown-ups about things I knew absolutely nothing about, convinced that I was the smartest person in the room, only to get humbled real quick.

But despite all the foolishness, those moments made me who I am. Every mistake, every embarrassing moment, and every lesson learned shaped the person you became.

So, I hope you’re smiling as you read this, knowing that even at 100, you still carry the laughter, the memories, and the resilience of that silly kid who never stopped learning and growing.

Stay strong, old me. You made it, and I’ll keep making sure you have more stories to laugh about in the years to come.

With love,
Your Younger (and Definitely Foolish) Self