A letter from the future

Life always brings us to an unexpected journey.

Long time ago, teaching was our dream.

Trying to become someone who can motivates our students, brings smile to their faces, makes learning fun.

Turns out we're not cut for it.

What would I say to you knowing that your dreams was nothing but a delusion.

Pick another dream? Try to know yourself better?

If anything, I'd like to say don't hope for anything.

And maybe tone down your ego. 

Something I'm still not capable to do.

I guess it would not make any difference if I keep hanging on a dead dream.

But what do I have left?

The same delusion I've had when I was younger.

Singing, making videos, animating, voice acting.

I know I'm not cut for it.

In the end we're still the same person, or maybe I'm worse than you are.

What do I learn as I keep growing old?

I'm not sure how long this journey road is.

How many turns should I take.

I know I can't keep standing still.

But which way should I go?

Will I be safe if I took that direction?

And just like this hanging feeling from my words

My feet are still hesitant to move forward.

The answer are still unclear.

Would you give me an answer to make your future clearer?

With all that innocence that I no longer have,

Your optimistic thoughts, just another point of view.