@jahswill
Long time no poetry yeah?
“Letter From My Future Self”
I met myself a few years ahead,
leaning on a sunrise I haven’t lived yet.
He looked calm — annoyingly calm —
like someone who already survived
all the storms I’m still Googling solutions for.
He laughed when I mentioned
the market bleeding red again.
Said, “Yeah… it was ugly.
But you didn’t lose yourself in it.
That’s what mattered.”
He told me that charts crash,
coins dip,
confidence wavers,
and sometimes even faith
gets liquidated.
But the person who keeps showing up —
that’s the real investment.
Then he placed a hand on my shoulder,
steady and sure,
and said,
“The season you’re in now feels heavy,
but one day you’ll thank yourself
for not selling your future at a discount.”
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