A Letter to My Future Self ✉️
I hope you’re smiling right now. Not just any smile — the kind that comes from deep within, the kind that says, “I made it.” Because right now, in this moment, I’m still in the middle of the storm. The skies aren’t clear yet, but I can feel the winds shifting.
Life has been heavy lately. I’m 26, and every day feels like I’m balancing on a tightrope, trying not to fall. There are days I wake up excited, ready to chase the dreams I’ve set for myself. Then there are days when the weight of it all feels suffocating — the waiting, the uncertainty, the constant questioning of whether I’m on the right path.
But you… you’ve made it through. You’ve fought through the confusion, the heartbreak, the doubts. I wonder what you look like now. Have you settled into life in the UK? Is LA’BOND Dynasty more than just a vision? Are you in the studio, spitting bars and singing your heart out, finally living the dream? I hope Nyashinski knows the impact he had on you — the way his music lit a fire in your heart and pushed you to create your own sound.
And what about Gianna? Is she proud of her dad? I hope she sees you not just as her father but as a man who fought for his dreams so she could believe in hers. I hope she knows that every sacrifice, every late night, every moment of doubt was powered by love — love for her, and love for the future you’re building together.
I wonder if you’ve built that house for your family back home. Have you seen the look in their eyes as they walk through the doors of the home you dreamed of creating for them? Have you stood in the middle of the living room, taking in the silence, feeling the weight of years of hard work finally pay off?
And your future wife… Is she there beside you? I hope she understands your journey. I hope she’s proud of the man you became and that she sees the fire in you — the same fire that refused to burn out, even in the darkest times. I hope you’ve built a love that’s strong, one that grows with you as you chase your dreams.
Most of all, I wonder if you’re proud of me. The me that’s writing this letter. The me that’s still figuring things out, stumbling through the dark, but refusing to give up. Because even though the path isn’t clear yet, I’ve made a promise to myself — to you — that I’ll keep moving forward.
I’ll embrace the struggle. I’ll channel the pain into lyrics and let the music be my guide. I’ll keep pushing, even when the odds feel stacked against me. Because I know that every step I take brings me closer to you — the man who made it, who never gave up.
When you read this, I hope you remember where we started. From Thika to the world, every dream, every plan, every late-night conversation with yourself led to this moment. Look back and see how far you’ve come. Feel the pride, the joy, and the relief that all the sleepless nights and endless hustle were worth it.
And if things aren’t perfect yet — if there are still mountains to climb — remember who you are. You’re BOND. You’ve already proven you’re unbreakable.
Keep rising. Keep fighting. Keep dreaming.
With hope and belief,
Me.
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