A LETTER TO MY 30-YEAR OLD SELF

Dear Rue,
It's me Ruffa.
I am you 10 years ago. I know this is kinda weird but Hello! How's life doing? You already
graduated huh? Was it still engineering? The truth is, I have no single idea what you are right
now. I admit that I'm such failure and I apologize to you because of that. I hope you in time you
had overcomed all my fears. I hope you grown into a beautiful, confident, and independent
woman. You're almost 30-years now, but it's okay. You'll be fine. I bet you're working your ass off
just to support and make you happy. That's our goal, right? And forever will be. I'm sure of that.
But hey it's okay to loosen up a little bit. Contact your best friends, read some mangas, watch
some animes, or browse some Levi's pictures. That will make you happy.
Since they keep on saying that in the future everything is possible, is it alright if I ask you
something? Is there a flying car? A living robot? or perhaps a time machine? It would be cool if
yes, especially the time machines. You can walk to our house and knock some brain cells in me
'cause I badly need it. How about our mother earth? Is it still okay? or worst? Well, I hope not. We
both know that people this last few decades has been pathetic and selfish for their own good. I
hope not everything is artificial. Alright, alright
I'll cut this thing off, I'm way too tired to continue this. Yeah, I know. I shouldn't be wasting my time
playing, watching, and reading too much but I can’t help it. They make me happy. I know you're
probably laughing at me right now and cringing at the way I wrote this letter but I'd like you to
know that with everything you've been to, I'm proud of you and I will always love you. Ganbatte!!!

Your younger self,

Ruffa Mae C. Gliponio