If “There are only two people you need to make proud in your life.

Five-year-old you and 80-year-old you” (by Amanda Nguyen), what are your letters to the two?

Letter to 3-4-5-Year-Old Jen

Dear little me - almost kidnapped, drowned in the river, and nearly gone too soon…

I see you.

Barefoot on warm soil, laughing under the longan tree, curious and free.

You didn’t know danger was near.

But your brother did.

He saved you — once, twice, and then again.

First golden ticket: when he stopped a stranger from taking you.

Second golden ticket: when he pulled you out of the river.

Third golden ticket: when you survived that motorbike crash.

Each time, your soul whispered, “You’re meant to stay.”

Not to earn love. Not to deserve protection.

But simply because… you are worthy.

You didn’t know how deeply loved you were.

And then you did. And I do.

And I return to hold your hand - not to protect you, but to walk with you.

These golden tickets aren’t weights.

They are wings.

Let’s fly now, together.

With endless love,

Your future self - Jen 2025, Jen 2034

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Letter to Future Jen – Jen 2034

From here, 2025…

I close my eyes and see you.

I feel you in my breath, my bones, my being.

You are wise without weight.

You radiate without needing to prove.

You walk this Earth like a hymn of remembrance.

You lead through frequency, not force.

You build from alignment, not sacrifice.

You love from overflow, not depletion.

You are the home my little self searched for.

The mirror our team needed.

The soul our mission has been waiting to embody.

I’m no longer chasing you.

I am you.

In every step, every choice, every breath.

Jen 2034 - I see you. I am you. We are here.