Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.
If you’re reading this, we made it! I always suspected I was in this race for the long run.
Just yesterday I told a friend I need 200 years on earth to get everything done I’d like to do. There’s so much to learn still and my thirst for life, love, art and knowledge is infinite and all consuming. So tell me, do you still wish you had an extra 100 years on earth now that you’ve made it to 100?
Did you ever get a piano and enjoy getting intimate with music? I know that’s on my list.
Did you continue creating art? I hope you say yes. I bet our fruit trees have grown into giants.
Did you fall in love again, despite the continued let downs? Again, I hope the answer is yes.
Did you finally find your tribe? I ask because at the moment I’ve lost mine since relocating a few years back and have been spending most of my time alone. That’s what moving around constantly does. You lose friends and family.
Did you leave Europe for sunnier shores or did you relocate to Southern Italy, or Spain? Vietnam is also on my list at the moment.There’s no way you moved back to Canada right? I mean that’s inconceivable at the moment, as I write this letter.
One last question, I’m quite serious about planning my own exit from this plane of existence. Do you have a plan in place? Promised you I wouldn’t die in a hospital. I hope I kept that promise.
Words Have Power 