A letter to your future self

I was always so afraid of growing old, afraid that my fragile heart would not be able to withstand the cold wind and candles. So I was surrounded by fear, melancholy wandering in the twilight, day after day...

I decided to write a letter to my 80-year-old self to tell myself 30 years from now. At the moment of lifting the pen, I suddenly found that I was so great at this moment. It's like a night walker who finds a family with a light on, pushes open the door, and there is a bowl of fragrant egg fried rice on the stove...

Dear yourself, when you open this letter, the one I was 30 years ago had completed her perfect metamorphosis. The years have passed, and the years have passed, but it is my relief that has given me the courage to go for another 30 years.

If you are lucky, your lover is still around you, and you are still spoiled as before, that is the greatest blessing in your life. You have to treat him well, stop bullying him, teasing him, and show the greatest sincerity to be good to her, maybe you have done everything in your life with a clear conscience, only ignoring his efforts and no regrets.

If you only have yourself left, you have to live strongly. You go to a nursing home with better conditions and don't cause trouble for your children and grandchildren. Maybe you didn't want to, but I advise you to liberate yourself mentally. You are such a dashing person, when you are old, don't let the fragility capture you.

When you are 70 years old, there will be an insurance policy expiring, when your grandson should be the age of college, you take out a third of the sum insured to wrap him a red envelope, and the rest is at your disposal. You're only 70 years old, you're still young, you need to stink, you need to consume, you have to be rich, don't lose yourself.

When you're 80, you'll have an insurance policy that expires, and you'll leave half of it for your grandchildren to start a business and the other half in your own pocket. In addition to handing over to the nursing home, I calculated that there would be some wealth. No matter who visits you, you give a small red envelope, the children are happy, and you have the confidence to live.

I thought that before I was 80, the books I had written should also be published, and I walked in the sunset, stopped occasionally, sat on a bench and read the articles I wrote when I was young, and my smile must be calm and beautiful.

This should be the most perfect 80-year-old I can think of, and if I can say goodbye to the world so gracefully, it is also my best creation. It is precisely because of this illusion that 30 years ago, the 50-year-old me was suddenly opened, no longer afraid, no longer evasive, and had the courage to walk for the next 30 365 days.

I thought I might live to be older, like Ruth In Titanic, with a wrinkled face but not a sluggish look. I can still chat with people normally, there is no communication barrier, and although my steps are obviously slow, I can still take care of myself.

The future self, I want to say to you, if I want to live as I want, then I have to work hard from now on, pay attention to maintenance, exercise, eat a reasonable meal, go to bed early and get up early.

Dear myself, you see, the gray-haired old man in the evening wind is me, right? I did it and I was happy with myself.