If I could talk to anyone right now, it wouldn’t be a celebrity, an old friend, or even someone I lost. It would be… her.
The version of me who’s walked further down this path — the one who has seen what I can only imagine, who knows how all of this unfolds.
I wonder what she’d say if we sat down for a quiet conversation.
Would she smile knowingly, or would her eyes carry the weight of the storms I’m only just learning to weather?
Would she thank me for being brave with my dreams, or gently warn me about the detours I never saw coming?
I’d ask her if the late nights were worth it.
If the words I write now ever reached someone’s heart.
If the love I’m still learning to give myself finally blossomed.
And most of all, I’d ask her if she’s proud of me — not for what I achieved, but for how I kept going.
Talking to my future self feels like seeking comfort in hope — in the belief that things will make sense one day. That every uncertain step, every quiet prayer, every leap of faith… was not in vain.
So to her, wherever she is in time —
I hope you’re smiling.
I hope you’ve grown into the softness and strength I’m trying so hard to build now.
And I hope you look back at me — me-the now me with gratitude… because I never gave up on becoming you.
TANISHA DASH
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