Letter

6 December, the day when I was born. Today I will turn 29. I don’t find this day anything special, but before, surely when I was a kid, this day was very special, with family and neighbors all around me. From a kid’s eyes, the world seemed like a very nice and pleasant place where all treated you like a king or at least a prince. This safeguarding will surely influence my future character. But don’t fool yourself, for this king’s future will not be all like the first years of his life.

I would like to publish a letter here that is mailed to my future self.

To Barbarossa

Dear friend, I hope you didn’t lose the spark of kindness you had, believing in people. Sometimes believing can hurt and make you lose more and more faith.

I’m at work today; it is 7:33, and your mother is at home with the flu. Outside, it’s freezing, but I’m sure you remember this day, remember?

It’s a strange time; no one knows who you are… weird, no? Just the same as everyone else, another person without titles or shows going on.

I know you can’t answer me, and this is a one-way letter. I’m very happy that my sacrifices and work brought a better life for everyone in our family, and I’m proud of you for being able to defend this family. You are a fighter, and there was no possibility for you to lose. I am very respectful and admiring of everything you’ve done. What great work! Nothing comes without a price.

Still, remember where you came from and the importance of the person who was with you when you weren’t red. Surely there is plenty you would like to tell me, and if I knew this, maybe it would be possible to change something. But I think there is nothing you can’t do, so while writing this, maybe I’ll get an answer too, because for you, the word “impossible” never existed.

When you’ll get this letter, my friend, I don’t know, but in any case, it will be at a moment you need it.

Remember, Barbarossa, everything passes—people, pain, happiness—everything passes.

Continue to dream.

Your best friend,

Nemanja