21 November 2025 — Letter to Myself 4: Let's be Whimsical

 Hi Self,

I told you you were okay. It wasn't a cyst. And you're teeth are fine, so are your gums. When your teeth first started to ache you immediately wished that it's not a cyst like the last time. It seems whimsical because at the time they were. But this could've those wishes come true. There's no harm in believing. Let's be whimsical!

While writing this letter, I wish that the flow of money is consistent. Financial independence to be realistic, a wallet with a fountain of fortune to be whimsical. Wouldn't that be a good thing to have if you have a wallet that you'll only think of the amount of money you need and POOF! you have it. Whimsical.

I know you're only wishing for it because of the family pressure. Mom wants you to send your brother to school. While also be the breadwinner and provide for her. While also buying her a plot of land so she can have her own place, yeah that plot of land also includes a house that you are designing and have it built for her. While also helping your cousin (who's the one sending you to college right now), because they want to tour Europe and want you to fund said trip. While also helping your cousin's wife's younger brother to be sent to school. While also in the distant future send your cousin's daughter will be sent to college by you.

Hoooo! exhausting, pressuring and most crippling. Too much ask, too little next to nothing to give. And it's not helping that today's economy is so hard to find a job. So again let's be whimsical. Either you will secure that job and give you that steady income that will lead you to financial freedom or magic happen and you'll have your genie wallet. Either way at this time, both are miracles.

Again, be whimsical. Believe that you will get what you want and need. And it's yours.

Love,

Self