Dear old me,
I think of you often. If I’m being honest (I know you appreciate honesty) those thoughts are mostly about trying to understand you, not very much about a fondness for who you are (who I were). To be fair you wouldn’t like me that much either, I have failed you in ways you might have predicted and failed to do things your brain hasn’t even conceived yet.
You and I are similar in that we’re both perfectly imperfect and you probably already know that’s all we’ll ever be. I think you get the beauty of that, although I’m way ahead of you in appreciating it to its full extent.
I see you from afar trying to cling to things that don’t serve you because you like the idea of them and the comfort they bring to your life. Life is never perfect, you know it but you still believe there’s a perfect time for changing. That one is hard to shake off. I know.
This is not a letter to try to change you, obviously that’s impossible. If you could somehow really receive this letter I know you would though. You have it in you to be the kind of person who cares about aligning their actions with their morals.
You’re nice to everyone around you, too nice sometimes and you make up for the times you aren’t. You care about people and the bad things happening to them so much that you’re unsure how to deal with it. I can’t tell you the answer to that, I still haven’t found it. See, the world didn’t get better in the years that separate us. In many ways, it’s worse. Much worse.
You don’t think of injustice everyday like I do but you think about it more and more. I remember.
I have clear memories of all the times injustice and cruelty didn’t cross your mind at all.
Sitting down at the Brazilian Churrascaria place, wondering about what the future holds with this boy in front of you -well man- but more boy than man, feeling privileged that he took you out for once.
You didn’t think about what was on your plate at all that night. Especially not what was on your plate used to be.
That’s the memory my brain brings me to often when I want to try to understand you.
I don’t know if I ever will. I can’t change anything you did now.
All I can say is this:
I forgive you for believing there’s such a thing as necessary evil.
Much love to you,
Your future vegan self.
p.s I do envy you sometimes for the easier and happier life that this lie gives you but I wouldn’t ever go back.
This was part of my “writing a letter to myself” February challenge.
What would you write to your former self?
I’d love to know in the comments!