A Letter to Self

Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.

Truth to be told, I am not very eager to see old age. My grandparents were people with great mental and physical health, however towards the remaining few years, the pain of being old became more and more evident on their face. Their aching bodies broke the tolerance of their minds and that is when I realise all those smiling grandpas and grannies in the movies are very far from the otherwise reality of a far more serious nature.



I honestly have no chance of reaching 100 and it’s fine because that is what inspires me to work more and more. The reality that life will end one day can become a great inspiration to many things in life and as long as those hands and legs are working fine,  one ought to use them to do everything that the heart wishes to the heart’s fullest.



In the worst-case scenario if I do get to hundred and if I am still able to read at least and remember that I wrote this for myself, the following words are for that particular time.





To

My 100-year-old self

In this life or another



It’s a big annoying surprise that you made it this far. Given your irritable and grumpy nature which you had gained quite early in life, it is indeed a surprise that your heart was able to withstand the weight of your thoughts, most of which were without a doubt, rubbish.



Even though you are here at this mark where no one in your family has reached before (at least till the time I am writing these words), I don’t think you are even a little bit happy with how you are. I know how difficult it was for you to sit at one place, all those endless steps of movement thinking about a thought or just for the sake of fitness are a history now. But I know your body would disagree with any thought of prolonged movement at this juncture.



I believe, for the people who exit this world through the normal route, their purpose of living ends before their life does and if you are here, then I imagine you still have something to live for, someone to love and receive love from. While, if you are just sitting and being a constant worry to your family, time to go man, 100 is just too much.



I wonder if your hands miss typing the keys on the keyboard, ready to transfer thoughts into words. One thing I am sure of, your thoughts may have successfully allowed you to focus out of a significant amount of pain that you would otherwise experience.



When you become too old, childhood seems to resurface once more and that is one thing that I may look forward to in my deep old age. So, I wonder are you the kid right now whom we once used to be and missed to be?



I won’t take too much of your time at this moment but this idea will surely bring out more that I would write to you later.



I am guessing these words are being read by someone to the 100 years old me if I am there, or even when I am not there; whosoever it is, who has taken the time and effort to do so. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.



From,

Your not so old self

Written by Anuran Chatterji

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