Letters to Myself: Entry Fifty-Nine
Some days feel deflating, and some days feel like pride — but maybe they're not as far apart as they seem. In this reflection, exploring what it means to stay connected to the whole, to give even when it's hard, and to carry forward the names of those who came before us.
Letters to Myself: Entry Twelve
Friendship is what makes life meaningful. Some friends stay close, others drift and return, but the ones who matter never truly leave. These bonds—whether from childhood, across distance, or newly formed—remind us that good people help other good people.
Letters to Myself: Entry Two
If I met a time traveler, I wouldn’t just ask about inventions — I’d want to know how it felt to witness humanity evolve. And yes… I’d also ask about the future of film.
