Dear 100 Year-Old Me,
Wow. You made it to a whole century. That alone is a miracle—a testament to resilience, to love, to purpose. I can only imagine the life you’ve lived, the wisdom you’ve gathered, and the stories you hold within you.
Right now, I am still in the middle of the climb. I have dreams that feel bigger than me, challenges that sometimes feel impossible, and a heart that refuses to give up. But you? You’ve seen the full picture. You know which battles were worth fighting, which worries were wasted energy, and which moments truly mattered.
Did we do it? Did we build something meaningful? Did we help others heal and grow? Did we laugh more than we cried, love more than we feared, and embrace life even when it hurt? I hope so.
I hope we never stopped believing in the power of new beginnings, no matter how many times we had to start over. I hope we forgave more than we held onto. I hope we danced, even when we thought we had no rhythm. I hope we told the people we loved just how much they meant to us—every single day.
And I hope, more than anything, that when you sit in the quiet of your 100-year-old heart, you feel proud. Not just of the things we accomplished, but of the way we lived—with kindness, courage, and an unshakable belief that life, no matter how messy, is always beautiful.
If I could ask you for one thing, it would be this: whisper back through time and let me know—am I on the right path?
With all my love,
Your Younger Self
Clarity Cookies 
Leave a comment