21/05/2026
āļø: To the one with the biggest dreams
Dear Me,
Youāve been carrying so much quietly.
The kind of weight that doesnāt always show on the outside ā the pressure to keep going, to stay strong, to keep believing that all of this hard work and all these sacrifices will eventually make sense. And somehow, despite the exhaustion, despite the uncertainty, you still wake up every day and try again.
I know there are nights when you wonder if youāre falling behind.
Moments when you question your decisions, your timing, your purpose, or even your ability to keep up with the expectations around you. But look at you ā a probinsiyana who once only dreamed of seeing the world, now navigating life in different cities, different seasons, different versions of yourself. That alone is courage.
You are not the same woman you were years ago.
Life stretched you, humbled you, broke parts of you, healed parts of you, and taught you things no classroom ever could. You learned how to survive unfamiliar places. You learned how to sit with loneliness without letting it consume you. You learned that strength is not always loud ā sometimes it looks like showing up for work while your heart feels tired, answering messages while fighting silent battles, or smiling at people while carrying homesickness in your chest.
And still, there are beautiful things about you that never changed.
Your softness.
Your ability to care deeply.
Your love for meaningful conversations over coffee.
Your hope for a peaceful life someday ā a quiet farm, a small cafĆ©, a life that feels safe and slow and genuine.
Please donāt lose that version of you while chasing survival.
You donāt have to have everything figured out at 40.
You donāt have to rush your healing, your career, your dreams, or love. Some people build lives quickly; others build deeply. Yours is being built deeply. Brick by brick. Prayer by prayer. Tear by tear.
And maybe the Universe ā or rather, God ā is not delaying you.
Maybe He is preparing you for a life you once prayed for but could not yet carry.
So rest when you need to.
Cry when you must.
Celebrate small wins.
Keep taking photos of ordinary moments.
Keep writing your thoughts at midnight.
Keep believing that your story is still unfolding beautifully, even when the chapters feel uncertain.
One day, youāll look back at this version of yourself ā the tired but hopeful woman trying her best far from home ā and youāll realize she was already becoming the person she prayed to be.
With love,
Me
