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I found tears swelling in my eyes as I wrote this letter to my 100-year-old self.

Five for Fighting: 100 Years

Dear 100-Year-Old Me,

If you’re reading this, we made it.

Not perfectly. Not untouched. Not without scars or surgical lines or stories that once felt too heavy to carry. But we made it.

I wonder what your hands look like now. Do they still reach for the keyboard? I hope you never stopped writing. Writing saved us more than medicine did. It shaped pain, gave voice to fear, and turned loss into love.

I’m learning what is inevitable and what is chosen now,

I chose love after loss.
Honesty when silence was easier.
Depth instead of bitterness.
All the while hoping others learned to love me anyways.

Did We Keep That Softness?

Tell me — did we keep that softness and love?

When I was younger, I thought the “stars” were the big milestones, the distant victories that looked impressive from far away. But maybe some of them were just starfish on the shore — beautiful, but closer and simpler than I imagined. Maybe what mattered most was never far away at all.

How I Hope You Measure Life

At 100, I hope you measure life not in medical procedures, but in conversations that lingered, sunsets you didn’t rush, and the people who felt safe because you were brave first.

I hope you forgave.
I hope you were forgiven.
I hope you laughed often.

Living in the Middle

I’m still in the middle. Some days strong. Some days fragile. But I’m learning fragility isn’t failure. It’s proof I still care.

If you made it to 100, then every injection, every incision, every uncertain night was just a season — not the end.

Maybe the real stars were never the distant ones we chased, but the simple proof we were here — loving, writing, enduring.

One Last Hope

I hope you’re proud of how I handled the middle.

I promise to keep choosing who we are and who we love.

Take good care of our story.

With stubborn hope,
ME

Reflection

What would you write in a letter to your 100-year-old self?

Leave a comment below — I’d love to hear what your future self needs to know.

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2 respuestas a “Letter to My 100-Year-Old Self: What I Hope I Never Forget”

  1. Avatar de tnelslu

    This is so beautifully written. The line about writing saving you more than medicine really stayed with me. And “I hope you’re proud of how I handled the middle” — that part felt especially powerful. Most of us are living right there, just trying to love and endure. Thank you for sharing something so honest. 🌿

    1. Avatar de Rick Ollie

      Thank you very much. So much has been happening not only in my life but the world as a whole. Writing to a future oneself will not only be reflective if I do live to 100 but hopeful to others as well. You’re not alone.

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