Well, because this is my first blag, I guess I will introduce myself and whatnot. I am Elizabeth, I am close to being seventeen years old, and I live in the United States. Just as a warning, most of my blogs will be on Religion; I like Religion. However, this one will break away from that mold a tad. Why? Because it’s easy this way.
Three days ago in the mail, I got a letter from a Time Capsule that I wrote to myself when I was six–which was a little more than ten years ago. I’ll pick and choose a few parts because some of it I can’t read/understand and I’ll try to make it more flowing than it really is.
Dear Future Me,
I am six. I like bears. I want to be a Princess. I hope you are a Princess by now. My best friend is Tray. I hope he is still me best friends. (BAD GRAMMAR, SIX YEAR OLD ME, BAD GRAMMAR!) My dog is T-Rex. He is the better (I guess I mean best. Oye.) I live in the best house in the world. I share a room with my brother and my sister. Sunflowers are the better (best) flower. I love everyone.
I think the future will be changed. (different, perhaps?) We might have channels on our tb (I guess I mean tv, not tuberculosis) other than the one. I think their (there) will be floating cars in 2010. I think all meanness (I think war would be better under context) will go away and everyone will be smiling.
I give you my mickey mouse watch that grandmother gave me. It is good and the better (best).
Truly Yours,
EBG
The lingering thoughts from my childhood still correspond with my every day life. I still want to be a Princess. I want to marry a Prince and have every little thing handed to me. I want to let everyone else worship me–even to this day. It’s just one of the things that I will always want; it’s one of those unrealistic ideologies that we get as children that stay with us for our entire life. But trying to hang on to the past isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Keeping dreams has more pros than cons, and I’d encourage it in anyone.
The rest of the paragraph saddens me. About a month after I wrote this letter, we moved from my birthplace in Virginia all the way to Massachusetts. I came back to that town in Virginia last year the week that my best friend as a child–Tray–got hit by a vehicle and died. T-Rex had the same fate in Massachusetts.
The paragraph about the future is intriguing. Whether it is childhood innocence that fueled the paragraph, or me just acting like myself, the simplistic thought process of a six year old is possibly also the best thought process. No more meanness in the world. I guess I can expand that to no more war, no violence, and no cruelty. Aren’t I just the best optimist in the world? I think so.
What does this all mean, you may ask? It is simple! A fundamental theme of humanity is to dream. It is to hope, whether it be for Princess-hood or to remain friends with someone from first grade to eleventh. Even though some of these dreams don’t come true, and especially even if the future isn’t as expected, we, human beings, have got to continue to dream. We have got to constantly hope, whether it be in something like having cable in ten years or receiving a Mickey Mouse watch, there always needs to be hope.
So regardless of whether you are six or sixteen (or sixty… or six hundred), you need to constantly have faith in something. It doesn’t matter what it is, just always have faith, always have hope, and always have dreams.
P.S. If you’re a Prince, let’s get married.
