Note from 20 year old me

I was looking through some of my archives and found a little something that I wrote 5 years ago. I cringe a little at some of the stuff that I wrote back then but this one makes a little sense I think:

dear you, you’re 20 and lost. and i need to tell you that there’s a chance that you’ll never be found no matter how far you search. i need to tell you that that’s okay. that it’s alright to be wandering, that’s it’s okay to not know why the earth caves sometimes. i want you to know that this is a wonderful, exhilarating adventure. and that in 2 years, 5 years, 10 years, you’ll look back and be enchanted by how far you’ve come. i want you to know that it’s okay when sometimes you can’t catch your breath, or when you can’t seal certain people away in the past that should’ve been forgotten long ago, or when you still can’t fall into step from the get-go. i want to let you know that it’s okay that you don’t have all the answers, and it’s perfectly fine that you’re not even close because it’s probable that you never will. i want you to relish in this moment, to look for the flicker of light when you’re amidst an ocean of darkness, to embrace stolen moments because you deserve them. i want you to breathe. i want you know that you’ll be okay. take a step back and breathe, you’re going to do just fine. love, you.