A Letter to Moonlit Dreamer

artwork by Francene Baldeo

A Letter to Moonlit Dreamer

Ericka Vivien Barandon

April 10, 2024

Dear Lady Beneath the Moonlight, Late at night, I saw you weep beneath the moonlit sky; your tears fell like gentle raindrops, reflecting the sorrow in your heart. At that moment, I couldn’t fathom the depth of what you were feeling. It was as if the weight of the world rested on your shoulders as you contemplated surrendering to the struggles that surrounded you.

However, one day, I witnessed a different side of you: a determined and fierce lady. You immersed yourself in your college tasks, determined to overcome challenges and excel in your career. Your resilience shone brightly in the daylight, a stark contrast to the tears that had graced your cheeks before.

You became a leader and encountered unique challenges; despite this, you faced each obstacle with resolve and determination. Your strengths are especially needed to embrace the fortune of living in an era where women are given an opportunity to showcase their talents and skills on equal footing with men.

If I were to offer words of advice, remember that even in the darkest of the nights, the moon still shines brightly. Let the moonlight illuminate your path and keep moving forward, dear lady. For the night may be long, but the dawn of a new day awaits and remember that your dreams are worth chasing, no matter how difficult the road may seem.

And at the end of that road, you’ll find me.

Wishing you a wonderful journey,

Your Future Self

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