in those quiet moments

Hi Future Me,

I hope when you are reading this again, surrounded by the people and moments that truly matter to you. I am writing this as a 29 years old — a little wiser, carrying uncertainty, and still holding on to many dreams and hopes for the life we’re creating. The dreams may feel heavier now, the excitement a little dimmer, but the belief remains the same: that we will continue to show up and do our best, wherever life takes us.

Looking back, I may not have everything I once dreamed of or prayed for. But if I’m being honest, I’m genuinely happy with where I am now — in my relationships, financially, and in my career. All three felt vague and uncertain when I first started adulting after graduation. Back then, I simply wanted to do well in everything, to be the best I could, and to learn as much as possible. I think I did really well. The strategy worked. And I’m quietly proud of how far I’ve come.

As much as I wish I could say everything was rainbows and fun, it wasn’t. I went through real hardships, real fights, and real struggles to get to where I am now. There were moments when I felt lost, overwhelmed, and unsure of myself. I made wrong turns, stayed too long in places I should have left earlier, and made choices that eats me inside. Were there regrets? Yes — more than I’d like to admit. There are things I wish I had done differently, words I wish I hadn’t said, and situations I wish I had handled with more courage than I thought. Some lessons came at a cost, and some mistakes left marks that took time to heal.

But more importantly, all of this taught me how to unlearn the things I once believed were right. Learning to let go of old beliefs, habits, and expectations was far harder than I ever imagined. Unlearning required more courage than learning — it meant questioning myself, sitting with discomfort, and accepting that growth doesn’t always look like “progress.”

And even now, I find myself wondering what all of this is really preparing me for. Is it shaping me for what’s coming next, or simply teaching me how to survive what’s already passed? Am I more ready than before, or just more aware of how little I can control? Am I stronger — or just carrying things differently now?

I don’t know the answers yet. But I do know this — I can. I always can. If I look back, I’ve been through some really hard things, and I’m still here. I’m doing okay now. So yes, I can. And whatever comes next, I will find my way through it too.

when I am gathering my thoughts, I always imagine a library or a bookstore — a place where everything is kept organised into its own category hence the pict 🙂 x