Be Happy, Feel Beautiful
Dear 65-year-old-me will feature BB writers’ and readers’ personal letters to their older selves. If you’re interested in having your letter published on Blissful Belle, send us an email to firstname.lastname@example.org.
Dear 65-Year-Old Me,
I’m glad we’ve made it this far: as I’m writing this, my whole life lies ahead of me like a road with an ever-extending horizon; as you’re reading this, your past has become a map to where you are today—I hope that it is well travelled and well lived.
As a university student, I’m excited about the concept of existence. Just being thrills me and life seems an adventure offering various trails—I want to follow each but can’t decide which will make me the happiest. It must be wonderful having the serenity that comes with old age: experience resolves the questions and
mystery of youth, gradually teaching us how to untie knots in life.
As a young adult I tend to be playful, active, light-hearted, and vigorous, but sometimes I can also be serious, reserved, too-structured, and well—grown up. Please laugh often. I hope your childish
enthusiasm remains the same, and that creativity continues to visit you daily. Paint regularly, write, and enjoy playing instruments. Bake cookies constantly because they smell good and add some pink highlights to your white hair because it looks fun. Please don’t grow old inside.
As for munchkins—also known as kids, I can’t imagine having any. But if I one day do have children, I hope that you’re constantly surrounded by the two loving generations you sparked—children and
grandchildren alike. If you didn’t end up having kids, I hope nieces and nephews grace your life, and maybe a shaggy dog or two as well.
So 65-year-old-me, whether you live in the Adirondacks and write like Anne LaBastille, or reside in a suburban home with a white picket fence, or live with some sexy young man named Paco in a multi-million dollar home, I hope you’re happy and don’t regret the life that I can’t wait to live.
Unsuspecting and curious to be you,
Ps. Please tell me we married James Franco.