To My 15 Year Old Self

To my 15 y/o self, 

Today I ask you to take out some time for yourself. I remember how you loved singing, writing, and dancing so much.

Are you still playing that keyboard? 

I also remember how you got so involved with your books and your syllabus you stopped giving time to these passions. 

It's more than a hobby when it calms your racing heart, brightens up your otherwise dull soul, drives you wild with passion, fills you with life. IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU DON'T EXCEL AT IT as long as you're enjoying it.

Something that brings your reality closer to your imagination, and something that empowers you more than any test or score ever could.

School now is going to be a disaster, with the pressure to win at this rat race of scores. 

But you, you love yourself for better and for worse. Get rid of everything and everyone that makes you feel dejected. 

Never ever evaluate yourself based on your ranks, they mean nothing.

Never condescend to a peer, but also never let any peer condescend to you.

College gets impossible, you'll find it difficult to make friends here, the competition is beyond crazy, but don't let it change you. Don't let it affect your judgment.

Your happiness comes before everything. One bad score is not failure, one bad friendship does not mean you're not good at being social.

One bad breakup doesn't mean you aren't lovable, losing one competition isn't the end of the world.

You try, try again. Till you win, at this competition of life.

Till you strive to be happier than you were a day before.

Learn to fight for yourself and for what you deserve. 

Learn to love, learn to give, and most importantly, learn to live.