Dear 25 me, you are restless, I understand.

You are clueless and worried sick about your future.

You’re wondering what’s going to happen next?

Where would you be after few days, few months, few years?

Yes, don’t be surprised. I’ve been there, with those thinking nerves.

But I assure you, you’re doing great job so far, far better than I did.

Don’t be so hard on yourself, give some time to let life take you.

Feed the right wolf, and it would take where you want to be.

Not everyone can handle mystery and history together.

Believe in yourself. Keep your passion up for life. I’ll always be there for you.

I might not have all the answers for you, I might not give right advice to you.

You can though still count on me, I will talk your worries out.

Yours truly, Self.