[Somewhere in the world – June 22th 2030]
Hi!
First let me tell you that the future is nice! We still don’t have flying cars or skateboards, but there has at least not been a nuclear war or any other new major conflicts. I can’t give you much information about stuff in case I would actually take me up on the information and do something stupid and thus disrupt everything. I can’t give imagine me being capable of messing everything up, like I have been prone to.
And that is why I write you now…
I am pleased with some of the changes that I managed to make, but I realise that I spent too long getting there and need to speed things up some. You may think that 5 years are plenty of time and that things will move along in the speed intended and “it’ll be fine”. No, it won’t. It will be better, but not fine.
So I just want to let you know that you have get to get off your ass, grease up your elbows and DO THE WORK, you lazy imbecile! You take too long to get started with EVERYTHING. You don’t do enough when you get started and you still rely too much upon others. You will never get to the place you want to be – mentally, emotionally, physically or geographically – with the pace you’re keeping now. I understand that it’s hard and that it’s a lot of work and that it scares you. Don’t let it. The only reason to be afraid of work is if you don’t do it. The consequences will be terrible. There’s no “if” or “perhaps” or “it’ll probably be fine”. It won’t.
I am sorry I didn’t get going all those years ago when the decline started. It would’ve saved me from a lot of what has happened over the last 25 years. Avoiding things – the truth in particular- has never, and will NEVER, work to the benefit of the future me’s. It never has!
So! When today’s things have been dealt with – I know what today is about, and though it sucks it will be okay – pull your grownup pants on, get going on your work and hope that I am in time to send you this letter. I hope you won’t have to be me. As I said, things are better, but they’re far from fine!
Idiot.
Best regards,
A.G. Larsen
