This is a quick scribble called “Future Stories”. Please feel free to drop me a comment on what you think.

To my younger self

Stop rushing through the miracle.
Sit in the room a little longer.
Memorize the laughter.
Touch the walls.
Let the people you love
feel loved.
Make one more memory
than you think you have time for.
One day, you will reach back for this moment
and be grateful it’s there.

Take your wounds seriously.
Not dramatically—
but honestly.
Heal in ways no one applauds.
Move your body.
Move your mind.
Keep going.
The future is quietly clapping for you.

And build stories.
Not for applause—
for inheritance.
Create moments so full of life
that your name becomes a doorway
your children walk through
just to feel brave.

Trust me—
the man you become
is already thankful.

(c)BobChristian