I don't usually write letters. Nowadays as technology has taken control, the only ''envelops'' you see are only from bill ''letters''. Maybe that's why I wanted to write a letter to my future-self. Aren't we looking for a ''bridge'' in life? To connect our -ego with the world, like I try to connect the past with the future.
I read somewhere that there is a service that you can send your letter with the date that you want to receive it back, and they will guarantee that you will get it in the future. Now I am sixteen, this letter will find me at thirty-one, will there still exist post-offices?
Our world never stops changing, how could it? The actual universe constantly changes. But, the history has shown that we follow a more circular than straight-line path. Tyrants, kings, demagogues succeed researchers, pioneers and benefactors of life over and over again. Empires are reborn and later destroyed from the weight of the actual history. And I dare naively and hope between those big but hollow ''will'' and ''have to''. I still hope!
Do you remember the stress and the pressure you felt from the very first moment you faced high school? You didn't care much for the courses as for that uncertain tomorrow. The tomorrows of the world don't come, we bring them, they say, and you were full of complaint because unemployment was the only arithmetical rate you knew. You were afraid to say that you wanted to go to university 'cause the answer would always be ''And what will you succeed? You will end up professional- unemployed'' but later you heard about exit of the eurozone and you really tried to understand how could a country ''go out'' from a continent in which has stayed for centuries and you didn't understand what it means, and maybe you still aren't sure.
Is there any reference for Europe in your time-period, I wonder...
The adults were talking about the occupation and the great depression of America and you were taking notes somewhere so that you could look for them at Wikipedia, perhaps this way you would understand why their talks were accompanied with sighs and the sentences were cut in half. But you knew it back then -you still do- the people aren’t allowed to kneel, neither to kiss the soil. We aren't created to bow our heads when we have that beautiful, blue sky. There isn't a single interest about equality, hadn't been and will never be. You couldn't even comp your twin braids at the same height, thing childish and simple, how could you give equality to the world? ''Alright'' you were saying, ''Let's not be all equals, let's be solidarity''. Ah, we reached the point that we miss dignity too.
I hope at your today, more or less fifteen years after mine, history won't be that of a burden, or you will be old enough so that you will be able to bear it. I hope that this narcotic ''we'' will become a powerful Me because each one of us has his part of responsibility. Because it's your personal fault too. It's your fault for all the times you accepted to go back because loneliness hurts, and for the ones you ran first and you forgot to turn your head and stand up for those who couldn't walk anymore. And you, still make this collective ''we'' that politicians so much love.
I hope at your world, there is organization and you have studied, work hard because you deserve it. I don't believe war's mania will vanish, but at least will be restricted. I hope when you open your computer, you will know that whatever you write belongs to you only, personally, totally, to you! Not to envelopes of national or international impersonal ''companies''. I hope that at your present, which will come so quickly that no change perhaps will be possible, the maps of human rights won't belong to the museums and to history books with billions of names to decontaminate for your entrance exams, but to the hearts of all the state institutions. Earth will be here for a really long time after we will be gone, what we do, so, we do it for our own interest, but somewhere we forget what that is.
That's, so, my most important wish for you and humanity, I hope you remember, all of you, never forget. Forget about anniversaries, romantic dates, the list for the supermarket, turning off the light as you leave the house... forget everything, but don't forget who you are and to what you believed at, even though its memory hurts you deeply, the pain is human-like too.
Always remember and I will love you
Anita, age 17