Dear My Six-Year Old Self,
I wish someone had told you that things will get better. They always do. Did Mom stop forcing you to wear embarrassing clothes and follow silly rules in front of people? Does Daddy still bring heaps of unwanted toys to fill up the void created by his absence? Does that distant Aunty, who visits your home once a year, already know what will be the best career for you? Yet they want you to believe that surrounded by toys, covered with ignorance, it is the best part of your life. You want to do so many things on your own, but noone listens, shushing you up with the 'Elders know best' tagline...
I don't envy you, childhood self. Now that I'm bigger, sure there's a lot of new problems, but atleast I'm a messed up version of myself, not a second-rate doll stitched together by my elders' expectations. I have new toys, expensive and complicated, and my expanding world is my playground. And I am my kind of happy.
With Love,
Your Future Self
P.S. Just stick it out, little braveheart... no matter how golden your days seem, the future is a tad bit brighter - where you are the star of your story.
Written by Trijit Acharya.
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