To the child who dreamed:letter to my younger self

Title: TO THE CHILD WHO DREAMED: A LETTER TO MY YOUNGER SELF

If I could only wrap you in my arms and tell you what's to come, I would. If I could only make you see the strength hidden inside of you, the strength you don't even know you have yet, I would. But for now, this letter will have to do, and I hope it reaches you in the way I need it to, with all the love, hope, and encouragement I have to offer.

I know you feel it sometimes: the weight of the world upon your tiny shoulders, the overwhelming sense that the dreams you hold so dear are just out of reach. You watch others around you, seeming to glide through life with ease, while you're left wondering why everything feels so hard, why your path is so littered with obstacles. But hear me, those obstacles are not your prison. They are your preparation.

You will have to face things you never thought you would have to face. The tears you cry will seem endless, and the battles you'll fight will feel too heavy to win. People will let you down, and the world will feel like it's testing you in ways that seem unfair. You'll want to quit. You'll want to hide away and pretend you don't care. But I want you to promise me one thing: promise me you'll never give up.

I wish I could tell you it would be easy, that all the answers would come at once, and life would smile upon you and be warm and gentle. But that's just not how it works. You'll walk through some dark tunnels, and you'll stumble more times than you care to remember. There will be times when, in the dark, you'll feel like the light is far away, as if you're lost. But let me remind you of this: the darkness will never swallow you. You were born to shine, and no matter how dim, that light will always find a way out.

There will be days when, broken, the weight of your dreams may feel too great to bear. And in those moments, when you think you're not enough, I need you to reach inside and dig deeper. You'll find a fire there, buried under the hurt, under the doubt, under the fear. It may flicker, it may seem small at times, but it will never go out. It's that fire that will carry you through every storm, that will make you rise when you think you can't.

You are way stronger than you could have ever believed, little one. Let those tears water your growth; one day, you shall stand looking back at it all-the things which once appeared to be impossible for you. You'll learn to live with it: how the pieces of you broke into a number of fragile moments, a time when every belief shook with doubt and fears. Those were all meant to build in you a strong person.

I promise you, those dreams you hold so tightly to, those wishes that feel far away, they are meant for you. They're not too big for you. You're not too small for them. There's gonna be days when you question everything-when the noise feels deafening, and you wonder if it's all worth it. But with each step taken and ounce of courage mustered, it is one step closer to the life one dreams about.

And when you finally make it, when you have braved all storms and made it through to the other side, you will know beyond any doubt: You will be able to say with conviction, "I made it." You'll know you were always meant to soar.

And to the child who dreamed-most especially-I want you to know this: You are enough, capable, and meant for great things. And no matter how many times life knocks you down, you will always rise again, stronger and more powerful than before.

Never stop dreaming, never stop believing, never stop fighting. You'll get there.

With as much love and faith as I possess,
Your Stronger Unstoppable Self