~Letters~

Dear Me in 10 years

"I know guyyyys. This isn't a fandom update. But, I liked this letter I literally wrote to myself and I thought it could be inspirational for some of you who sometimes find difficult to focus on the good things in their life, and struggle to keep up with people who don't deserve us or our attention.
I really do hope this letter could change somebody's life, or, at least, make someone realise how much we miss out just by worrying about too many things that don't even care in the end.
Love you all and I can't thank you enough for your everyday support, even if it means just a little star: you make me feel important and that's not something everyone could do.
Enjoy,
Rebs"

Dear Me in 10 years,

You're brave. You're kind.
Don't let anybody ever think you aren't.
You are what most people would call an outgoing person, with friends all over the world. That, right there, is what I'd call an accomplishment. You've been able to make people who don't even speak your language like you, because you are you, and that will never change.
You're afraid of the future, because you don't know how it might be: let me tell you something, there will always be things to be scared of, but at least you know your goals, you know how to be better than you already are.
Just go and show 'em.
I'm writing this while I'm looking out of the window from the plane which is going to take me from Miami to Milan, and then back home. And it's late, I almost can't see.
But this helps me think, and I guess I just know that even in ten years, that will be the same: you and I both love to write when darkness is all we can see.
I hope you made it, because you deserve it. And you might ask:" Made what?", and I just don't know. But I guess everything you wanted to do.
And, note to self, keep traveling.
The horizon is way too interesting to just never try to explore it. Go beyond your limits, and please, please, visit the China Wall and the Grand Canyon. Go to Canada, especially Vancouver. Egypt. Mexico. Brazil. Argentina. Just travel.
Write.
I don't care in what language, just don't ever stop.
And for now, last but not least, remember to love yourself: other people do, how are you by any means different?
You won't ever be alone enough not to do that, because you may not know it, but people do love you. People do like you. People do care about you. So don't be too hard on yourself, because damn it.
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I'm here again.
I'm home.
It's late at night (see? It's starting to sound cliché) and I just felt like I needed to tell you that you found some right people, and some bad.
At first, you had everything you thought you've always wanted to have, but that dream didn't last: you grew up, and understood that people don't like sharing and don't like changes.
Because you changed.
Not in a bad way, just in a way that is completely yours, and that, my dear, is not something everybody can accept. Friends should, you're right. But that doesn't mean they have to, if they're not so friends with you in the end.
As I said before, you also found some good ones, some unforgettable people. And I'm happy because you tried what you couldn't almost 8 years ago.
And I'm even happy you felt disappointment for the first time, because now you know what it feels like, and you're not scared by rejection anymore.
This is so funny.
Because I don't even know if I'm ever going to read this, or why I'm writing it. I just want to. I just need to.
And this might sound sad, but it really isn't: I love filling these notes, it's sort of an addiction.
The more I write, the more I know about who I truly am.
Tomorrow, it's a brand new day full of possibilities: let's show the world how strong you've become.
Till next time, Rebs.
Remember: the extraordinary is what you do, not who you are.