A letter to my 40-Year-Old self
Hey me! . . .no . . Hey you! sounds better. I hope you are reading this at the comfort of your living room or office. Smiling at the thought that you wrote this when you were loosely half your age. I wont say I hope you are rich but you should be. All the struggles I have and am enduring cannot be in vain. Put your legs up on the hassock if this true. You have made it me! Yes you have. If wishes were horses. Why horses though? A beggar doesn't need horses, simply food and shelter but not a ride for sure. Ride to where? Oops .. . .I'm drifting off. Where was I. . .Wishes. . . . wishes that you (future me) will fulfill. ( INSHALLAH ) I hope you have a home. Not just a house. A place you find serenity. Surrounded with beautiful flowers that every dawn bring in the fresh morning fragrance. And a beautiful wife that you love and respect. Because you are in a pact. The one lasts forever. You want to rush home after work to see her and tell he...