To my future kid,

Do you know how to love? Have you learned to love? Have you loved a person, a craft, a thing? Do you have a burning passion that drives you? Or has time run out, and the last grain of sand has slipped through the hourglass? I am currently 20 years old, and unfortunately, I think I have just begun to learn how to love. I am 20 years old and I have spent my years wandering around doing nothing, in a state of absolute oblivion, not knowing the definition of love or passion. I am currently 20 years old and have the luxury to realize that these are my good old days, and that now is the perfect time to embrace happiness in whatever form I find it in.

I will be 51 years old when you read this, and I hope I will have learned to love by then. I will be 51 years old and I hope you will be young enough, yet old enough to realize you are in your good old days. I will be 51 years old and I pray to god that you will have the same luxury as I once did. To be young and free to discover your own love and passion for others and yourself. And I want to give you the head start I never had, but I’m scared I’ll never get that chance.

I hope the world looks more beautiful than it does today. I hope that the sky stops bleeding red at twilight. I hope the seas stop choking on our trash. And I hope the things I’ve done today helped pave the way for a cleaner tomorrow.

Sincerely

Your old man, Felipe Rodriguez Garcia

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