It’s note as bad as you think

Back when I was sixteen years old I jotted down a note, the gist being this:

“For whatever reason you’ve found this note – this isn’t fate.

It’s a message to you, letting you know things are going to be all right.”

Then I carefully folded up the note and placed it in a spot outside where someone passing by would see it and pick it up.

I have no idea who would pick it up.

Or even if anyone would ever see it, before the weather broke down the paper and message on it.

Well, the message – if only figuratively – has indeed some back to its author this morning…

The note is a bit crumpled round the edges from harsh treatment;

the paper streaked somewhat from random encounters with unfamiliar environments.

Parts of it are missing,

and in some places the tape piecing it together is itself

seeing the passage of time.

But the words are still bold and clear, the handwriting still youthful with hope and encouragement for some unknown person deeply in need of it.

The message penned some three decades ago has come back in a waking dream.

And – happy to say – i really think it will be all right.

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