Originally Published: October 4, 2025

A late night, in the middle of spring. October 3, 2025.

With my left eye slightly sore as the bright light from my monitor glares at me, I type on my keyboard with some music in the background to have some ambience.

“Dear, future me.

It’s me, again. From the past. I seem to always be contacting the future for some odd reason.

I’ve read all the letters from my past and let me just say, it’s quite humbling.

Maybe it’s time for another one, considering I haven’t done one since last Christmas. That’s quite a while, isn’t it?

A lot of things have changed — perspectives, experiences… people.

I got into a bit more interpersonal drama, in terms of this romantic idealism in your head.

Optimistic and hopeful as usual, but I guess it’s just how I operate.

And I can already tell that you’ve been through a lot. There hasn’t really been space to breathe, has there? (Maybe, you’re having a crashout holiday again?)

Sorry if I sound like I’m blabbing, I’m really tired. I’ll get to my point.

Honestly, I didn’t expect this year to go by so fast.

But let’s take a break from me right now, and let me ask you a question.

‘How are you doing?’

Hope you’re doing well, not down as usual.

I hope you’ve been able to breathe a little bit more, manage stress in a healthier way, and enjoy the moments time by time.

Here, I’ll share you a snapshot of the past. Maybe it might make you cry, nostalgic, or just indifferent.

I came home from a meetup with my friends and I walked to the park where me, my friends, and a special someone had a pretty fun bonding time. Quite spinny, but it was fun.

Even though it was just a recent moment, I took that trip down memory lane like it was an event that happened years ago.

And even if things have been resolved with your situationship and the moment at the park is over now, you still feel quite empty. Pieces fallen apart, clinging onto the last drops of hope left.

But regardless of the outcome in the future, just know that I (from the past) was willing to bring myself back up from the ground. Even if it was hard, even if it felt like I’d break down again.

And I even started streaming again. I went back to our old hobbies, without having so much stress and limerence clouding my capabilities again.

So, future me, if I had to give a piece of advice from the past, pick yourself up when the pieces have fallen because at the end of the day, it will just be you against the world. Eventually, one day, it will just be you — and you have to be ready. If you’re not, who knows where you’ll end up.

So pick up your guitar, sing your heart out like it’s karaoke, and play the games you used to play. Take a break, take a breather, take some space. Then when you’re ready, keep working hard until you make it to the best of your potential.

And one more thing.

Ahem.

Future me, I’m not sure if you’ve somehow achieved a really healthy partnership, but if you do, I’m proud of you. And keep yourself healthy while you’re at it too, you can’t share tea from a pot when it’s empty. (And don’t be dependent on them to fill your pot too.)

But if you don’t, try not to feel sad. Try not to feel lonely. You’ve only got yourself at the end of the day, and that’s enough. Be comfortable with the silence of just you. Plus, your friends won’t feed you and your family won’t be there forever (unfortunately).

And there’s no rush either. Just take your time, let it happen organically, and stop looking for mixed signals. It’s only confusing and mind-boggling. Seriously. You know.

You’ll know when you find the one for you and for them, eventually.

And listen to this carefully.

Take the opportunities you find, make the necessary mistakes to grow, and have a fair share of living in harmony — with and without your friends.

You’ve got this.

I believe in you.

I really do.”

Then, as the clock hits 11pm, he sits there… waiting. 

Breathe in, breathe out.

And, send.

Sincerely, Me (Davo)