Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.
100! Are you kidding me. Are you trying to show off. What is it you really are trying living to 100. Your age mates have all fallen by the side. Your friends. Girlfriends. Even enemies. You have outlived them and now it is just grandchildren and your children, who are around you. Even your children are old. Almost at retiring age.
How did we get here? How did you manage it, you who took such risks as riding in the streets of Nairobi, then considered an extreme sport. Doing those crazy hikes like your life depended on. How did you survive those many falls?
But seriously, what does a 40 year old got to tell a 100 year old ancestor? That we wish to be as old. That we hope they have become wiser, gentler, compassionate, humble with age? That they have a better grip on their desires and motives? That as you approach your last days, you finally know what is vain and what is truly important.
You have lived through different regimes. At 40 you had no regrets, do you have any at 100? Do you wish you killed yourself sooner, say before you lost teeth at 90? Or at the time you were sleeping only a few hours a night and waking up to piss more times that you liked? Or immediately after your partner died? Was that not a good time to follow her lol? What did you remain to do?
I am not for writing long letters and those who have been unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end of my letters know this. So even to my 100 year old self, I wouldn’t want to bore you with a long letter. We know your attention span has gone with the dogs or is it the winds and to ask you to pay attention for much longer seems to my 40 year old self as asking for too much. So adios and good health. Make it to 120! If you can. Or 130. Because why not?
Yours,
Me at 40.