Three Days of Happiness
ThreeDaysOfHappiness
ThreeDaysOfHappiness
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Communicating with letters wasn’t a common thing, and since<br />
elementary school, I had no one to send New Year’s cards or<br />
anything like that. There must have only been a few letters<br />
throughout my whole life.<br />
Aside from that when I was 17, the last letter I wrote was... in the<br />
summer <strong>of</strong> fourth grade.<br />
That summer, when I was ten, our class buried a time capsule<br />
behind the gym. It was a suggestion from that same teacher who<br />
gave us the morality lesson that first led me to think about the<br />
value <strong>of</strong> life.<br />
The students all wrote letters to put inside the round capsule.<br />
“I want you to write those letters to yourself ten years from now,”<br />
she said. “Maybe you won’t be sure what to write, since I just said<br />
that out <strong>of</strong> the blue... I know, you can write things like “Did your<br />
dream come true?”, or “Are you happy?”, or “Do you remember<br />
this?”, or “What would you like to tell me?” There’s a lot you could<br />
ask. You can also write about your own hopes, like “Please make my<br />
dream come true,” or “Please be happy,” or “Please don’t forget<br />
about this.””<br />
She couldn’t have predicted that in a decade, some <strong>of</strong> those<br />
children had given up on their dreams, weren’t happy, and had<br />
forgotten a lot.<br />
Maybe it wasn’t a letter for your future self, but a letter for you at<br />
the time when you were writing it.<br />
She also said this.<br />
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