The letter

Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.

I write to myself: Don’t worry about living too long in this world—especially with inflation rising faster than my patience! Politicians play mind games to get elected, and somehow, we all end up paying the price—literally.

The worst place to be? Stuck at a family gathering with my father’s relatives and a bunch of insecure people who pop up in life like unexpected plot twists. They bring nothing but drama, and if black magic were an Olympic sport, they’d take home the gold. Lesson learned: keep a safe distance!

While I’m still here, I’ve prayed hard enough to make even the gods take notice—hoping their sorcery finally loses signal. My soul has been around for thousands of years, with only a few incarnations. This time, I’ve decided to fast-track the learning process, wrap up all my past-life assignments, and call it a day.