Dear myself,
I write to you
from a world,
that awaits you
in the future.
Here,
it's another Monday morning.
Everything and everyone
remains in a hurry.
Yet,
there is a difference.
In the air,
there is a gentleness.
The pandemic was a lesson
that made us able,
to walk the path of progression
that is sustainable.
We learned ways to live
without killing,
and found ways to love
without dividing.
And thus,
we grew.
And thus,
we built a new world.
Here,
people move
free
like swans enjoying themselves,
people talk
unmasked
with words uncaged,
and the earth
breathes
through cleaner lungs,
like a baby
dreaming
while safely tucked in at night.
Here,
colours and race don't matter.
ethics and human rights do.
religion and nationality don't matter.
equity and mutual respect do.
wars and power struggle don't matter.
poverty and education do.
beauty and fame don't matter.
heart and soul do.
Here,
we smile with our eyes
and listen before we fight,
we remember the hurt of goodbyes
and always try making wrongs right,
we remember to give replies
and never forget that distance is a lonely night,
we meet for real, without any sighs
and enjoy connection, like early morning light.
Here,
the skies are bluer
and the clouds are fluffier,
the lands are greener
and the rivers are gushier,
the mornings are warmer
and the twilights are cooler,
the love is stronger
and the future is brighter.
So dear myself,
I hope you understand,
that the pandemic
was never the end,
but the very beginning,
of a new world.
With love,
your future self.