SummerSimo Travel Troubles Notes and The Purring Page

Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.

Dear 100-year-old me,

Time’s winged chariot has brought you here, a full century since those days of youth. As I pen these words, I can’t help but chuckle at the thought of you, a wizened elder, perhaps hunched over this very letter with spectacles perched precariously on your nose.

Ah, the memories that must flood your mind! Do you still recall that fateful day when you accidentally set the kitchen ablaze while attempting to bake a humble loaf of bread? Or the time you confidently strode onto the stage, only to trip over your own two feet and tumble headfirst into the orchestra pit? I can picture your toothless grin as you relive those deliciously embarrassing moments.

But fear not, dear centenarian self, for those escapades were mere blips in the grand tapestry of your life. I can only imagine the tales you could regale us with – stories of love, loss, triumph, and everything in between. Perhaps you’ve conquered towering mountains or sailed uncharted seas. Or maybe you’ve simply basked in the simple joys of a quiet life, surrounded by loved ones and the gentle hum of contentment.

As I write, I can’t help but wonder about the world you inhabit. Have we finally mastered the art of time travel, or are you still confined to the linear march of chronology? Have we colonized distant planets, or are we still stubbornly clinging to our terrestrial abode? I can picture you shaking your head in bemusement at the quaint notions of your younger self.

But enough about the speculative future – let’s bask in the present, shall we? I hope you’re still savoring each moment, relishing the simple pleasures that life has to offer. A warm cup of tea on a crisp autumn day, the melodic laughter of children at play, or the gentle caress of a loved one’s hand – these are the treasures that truly matter.

As I pour my heart onto this page, I can’t help but feel a tinge of envy for the person you’ve become. You’ve weathered the storms of life, emerging as a beacon of wisdom and resilience. Your soul has been shaped by a century of experiences, both joyous and sorrowful, and I can only hope that I will one day embody the grace and fortitude that you now possess.

So, dear 100-year-old me, as you turn the final page of this letter, know that you are loved and cherished. Your life has been a tapestry woven with threads of triumph, perseverance, and boundless wonder. May the years ahead be filled with laughter, love, and the kind of contentment that only comes from a life well-lived.

Until we meet again, my dear friend.

Yours always,

Your younger, slightly more sprightly self Hugger 🐾🐾🐾🐾❤️