To whom it may concern,
I remember you used to be scared, scared to be lost in such a large crowd, a sea of thousands. You held on tightly to your high school friends, but not tightly enough. You looked to belong to something somewhere somehow. Perfection was your end goal, but it was never attainable, and it never will be.
Yet, here you are. You carried on and continued to grow and flourish during the highs and amidst the lows.
What mattered then does not matter now: the sock that you lost in the laundry, the embarrassing questions you asked upperclassmen, the tears shed over the stupidest reasons, the 65 on your calc final, the old roommate who left without saying a word.
You may not always have the right answers or every day of your life planned out. Learn to live more spontaneously. Learn to have a little more faith in yourself and in the world. Live for true friendships, genuine laughter, and wholehearted conversations. Reserve time to reflect, to be mindful of your emotions, and to rest.
But of course, know your end goals, work hard, and live it up.