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Dear Younger Me，
I know you probably won’t understand the advice I’m about to give you， but that’s okay. As situations arise， I hope that you will be able to apply the guidance that I’m giving to you so that you might get the best possible outcome. I might not have a lifetime of experience just yet， but I know a whole lot more now than you do at the moment. I just want to give you some help for your journey， because I know that it will be long and often difficult. You might feel alone at times， but remember that your own greatest companion1 is yourself， and that you alone know yourself best. If you’re ever stuck， don’t be afraid to ask for help. You’ll always have someone you can trust.
On a September afternoon， your swing2 will soar3 through the fading sunlight while you enjoy your freedom after elementary school. You’ll pump your little legs， enjoying the rush of wind through your short， curly brown locks4. The warm autumn sun will shine through the tree above your head， making your hair glow5 like gold. Your best friend will be swinging right alongside of you. You will both giggle happily and close your eyes， seeing the red of the sunlight from behind your eyelids. You will laugh out loud as you reach as high as the swing will allow. You won’t have any worries yet， you’ll just be relieved to be outside and have no homework that night. You’ll imagine that you’re a bird， flying high above the Amazon， or maybe that you’re on a boat in the middle of a very dangerous storm. Your stomach will drop as the swing whips you back and your imagination takes you someplace magical. Suddenly， you will feel a quick sharp throb6 in your thigh7， interrupting your joyfulness. You’ll let out another shriek8， but this time in pain， as you look down at the red welt9 forming. A bee flew up your shorts and stung you. At the time， you’ll cry and run inside， thinking your world is ending. You will think that this is the worst pain you could ever experience. However， years in the future， you’ll remember that memory and laugh at yourself. You will know by then that the pain you experienced that day certainly wasn’t the worst， and that it doesn’t always have to be physical.
There will be a summer， maybe around the age of 12 or 13， where you’ll feel hopeless. You’ll lie on your bed for a whole day， staring up at your white ceiling as tears fill your eyes. Your ceiling fan will spin lazy circles above your head， whisking10 around a small breeze in the otherwise stifling11 heat. Your phone will sit abandoned12 on your bed table， a silent brick. Tears of despair will drip out of your eyes and soak13 into your pillow. You’ll feel alone. You’ll feel as if your friends are all gone. Those girls that you had been friends with since elementary have drifted away. It takes time to understand at first， but we all grow up eventually. On a freezing cold December day， when you’re 15， you’ll sit on an ice cold bleacher beside the Tennessee pool. You will feel very disappointed. That race was supposed to be it. You were ready to go out there and crush it， but you didn’t. As the crowd roars above you， your tear-filled eyes will glance up at the scoreboard. New pool record. That should’ve been you. Your cheeks will burn with embarrassment and you’ll quickly wipe your tears away. What went wrong？ Will I never be good enough？ It’s fine. I’m fine. You will try to piece your mind back together for your next race. You can do it this time. You’ll force a smile at a passing teammate as you rise to get ready， unsure of when your next success will arrive.
These events might be significant to you at the moment， but they will quickly blend with your other memories over time. All the situations that you will find yourself in will make you who you are to become， no matter whether the situation changed you at the time. It will all add as the years go past. You will still be Kendal， but you’ll be a little bit wiser and a little bit more understanding. I hope that you overcome your challenges with grace and perseverance14， which is something that I still need to work on today. Don’t worry about everything all the time because it will drain15 you. I want you to not worry about others’ opinions of you and don’t ever let someone tell you what you can or cannot be. Build your confidence as the years go by. Do not stand by idly16 as the world turns around you. Grab onto your dreams and hold on. I’m just a checkpoint for what you will become in the future. I know you will think that the “real world” is still a long ways away， but it’s not. You’re living in it now， just as I am. Take it in stride17， and learn with humility18， for we still have a long way to go.
Much Love，
Future You
親爱的小时候的我：
我知道你可能不明白我要给你的建议，但没关系。当情况出现时，我希望你能运用我将给你的指导意见，这样你可能会得到最好的结果。我可能还没有一辈子的经验，但我现在知道的比你现在知道的多得多。我只想为你的人生旅程提供一些帮助，因为我知道你的旅程将是漫长而困难的。你有时可能会感到孤独，但要记住，你最棒的同伴是你自己，只有你自己最了解自己。如果你被困住了，不要害怕寻求帮助。总会有一个你可以信任的人。
九月的一个下午，你的秋千将在夕阳中高高荡起，而你正享受小学毕业后的自由。你会摆动着你的小腿，享受着风吹过你棕色卷曲的短发。温暖的秋日阳光将透过头顶的树，让你的头发像金子一样熠熠生辉。你最好的朋友就在你身边一起荡秋千。你们都会高兴地咯咯笑，闭上眼睛，从眼皮后面看到阳光的红色。当你的秋千荡到最高时，你会笑得很大声。你无忧无虑，放心地在外面玩，而那晚没有家庭作业。你会想象你是一只鸟，正高高飞在亚马孙河上空，或者你正在非常危险的风暴中的一艘船上。当秋千回落，攫住你的胃，你的想象力带你去了一个神奇的地方。突然间，你会感到大腿一阵剧烈的疼痛，中断了你的快乐。当你低头看着红肿的形成，你会发出另一声尖叫，但这次夹杂着痛苦。一只蜜蜂飞到你的短裤上蜇了你。那时，你会哭泣，然后跑进屋里，以为世界末日就要到了。你会认为这是你经历过的最痛苦的事情。然而，在未来的岁月里，你会记得那段回忆，嘲笑自己。到那时你就会知道，你那天经历的痛苦肯定不是最严重的，而痛苦也不一定非得是身体上的。 在一个夏天，可能在你十二三岁左右，你会感到绝望。你会躺在床上整整一天，盯着你白色的天花板，眼睛里满是泪水。你的吊扇会在你头顶上懒散地转着圆圈，在闷热的天气里带来微风。你的手机会被遗弃在床头桌上，像一块无声的砖头。绝望的眼泪会从你的眼睛里流出来，浸入你的枕头。你会感到孤独。你会觉得你的朋友都走了。那些从小学起就和你成為朋友的女孩儿们都已经渐渐和你疏远。一开始需要时间去理解，但我们最终都会长大。
当你15岁的时候，在寒冷的十二月的一天，你会坐在田纳西州游泳池边冰冷的看台上。你会极度失望。那场比赛本来应该是这样的。你已经准备好了去征服它，但你没有。就在人群在你头顶咆哮时，你会用含着泪的眼睛看向记分牌。新的游泳池记录。本来那个人应该是你。你的脸颊会因尴尬而发热，你会很快擦干眼泪。出什么事了？我永远不够好吗？很好。我很好。你将努力为下一场比赛振作起来。这次你可以做到。当你站起来做准备的时候，你会对一个路过的队友强颜欢笑，但不确定你的下一次成功会在什么时候到来。
这些事件可能对你现在很重要，但随着时间的推移，它们会很快与你的其他记忆融合在一起。无论那时的情况是否改变了你，你所处的所有情况都会造就你将来的自己。随着岁月的流逝，它们都会和你融为一体。你仍然是肯德尔，但你会更聪明，更善解人意。我希望你以优雅的姿态和毅力克服挑战，这是我今天仍需努力的地方。不要总是担心每件事，因为那会耗费你的精力。我希望你不要担心别人对你的看法，也不要让别人告诉你能做什么或不能做什么。随着岁月的流逝，要建立你的信心。当世界在你身边转动时，不要无动于衷地站在边上。抓住你的梦想，坚持住。我只是成为未来的你的路途中的一站。我知道你会认为离“现实世界”还很远，但事实并非如此。你现在和我一样，都身处其中。要从容面对，谦虚地学习，因为我们还有很长的路要走。
很爱你的未来的你
【Notes】
1. companion [
I know you probably won’t understand the advice I’m about to give you， but that’s okay. As situations arise， I hope that you will be able to apply the guidance that I’m giving to you so that you might get the best possible outcome. I might not have a lifetime of experience just yet， but I know a whole lot more now than you do at the moment. I just want to give you some help for your journey， because I know that it will be long and often difficult. You might feel alone at times， but remember that your own greatest companion1 is yourself， and that you alone know yourself best. If you’re ever stuck， don’t be afraid to ask for help. You’ll always have someone you can trust.
On a September afternoon， your swing2 will soar3 through the fading sunlight while you enjoy your freedom after elementary school. You’ll pump your little legs， enjoying the rush of wind through your short， curly brown locks4. The warm autumn sun will shine through the tree above your head， making your hair glow5 like gold. Your best friend will be swinging right alongside of you. You will both giggle happily and close your eyes， seeing the red of the sunlight from behind your eyelids. You will laugh out loud as you reach as high as the swing will allow. You won’t have any worries yet， you’ll just be relieved to be outside and have no homework that night. You’ll imagine that you’re a bird， flying high above the Amazon， or maybe that you’re on a boat in the middle of a very dangerous storm. Your stomach will drop as the swing whips you back and your imagination takes you someplace magical. Suddenly， you will feel a quick sharp throb6 in your thigh7， interrupting your joyfulness. You’ll let out another shriek8， but this time in pain， as you look down at the red welt9 forming. A bee flew up your shorts and stung you. At the time， you’ll cry and run inside， thinking your world is ending. You will think that this is the worst pain you could ever experience. However， years in the future， you’ll remember that memory and laugh at yourself. You will know by then that the pain you experienced that day certainly wasn’t the worst， and that it doesn’t always have to be physical.
There will be a summer， maybe around the age of 12 or 13， where you’ll feel hopeless. You’ll lie on your bed for a whole day， staring up at your white ceiling as tears fill your eyes. Your ceiling fan will spin lazy circles above your head， whisking10 around a small breeze in the otherwise stifling11 heat. Your phone will sit abandoned12 on your bed table， a silent brick. Tears of despair will drip out of your eyes and soak13 into your pillow. You’ll feel alone. You’ll feel as if your friends are all gone. Those girls that you had been friends with since elementary have drifted away. It takes time to understand at first， but we all grow up eventually. On a freezing cold December day， when you’re 15， you’ll sit on an ice cold bleacher beside the Tennessee pool. You will feel very disappointed. That race was supposed to be it. You were ready to go out there and crush it， but you didn’t. As the crowd roars above you， your tear-filled eyes will glance up at the scoreboard. New pool record. That should’ve been you. Your cheeks will burn with embarrassment and you’ll quickly wipe your tears away. What went wrong？ Will I never be good enough？ It’s fine. I’m fine. You will try to piece your mind back together for your next race. You can do it this time. You’ll force a smile at a passing teammate as you rise to get ready， unsure of when your next success will arrive.
These events might be significant to you at the moment， but they will quickly blend with your other memories over time. All the situations that you will find yourself in will make you who you are to become， no matter whether the situation changed you at the time. It will all add as the years go past. You will still be Kendal， but you’ll be a little bit wiser and a little bit more understanding. I hope that you overcome your challenges with grace and perseverance14， which is something that I still need to work on today. Don’t worry about everything all the time because it will drain15 you. I want you to not worry about others’ opinions of you and don’t ever let someone tell you what you can or cannot be. Build your confidence as the years go by. Do not stand by idly16 as the world turns around you. Grab onto your dreams and hold on. I’m just a checkpoint for what you will become in the future. I know you will think that the “real world” is still a long ways away， but it’s not. You’re living in it now， just as I am. Take it in stride17， and learn with humility18， for we still have a long way to go.
Much Love，
Future You
親爱的小时候的我：
我知道你可能不明白我要给你的建议，但没关系。当情况出现时，我希望你能运用我将给你的指导意见，这样你可能会得到最好的结果。我可能还没有一辈子的经验，但我现在知道的比你现在知道的多得多。我只想为你的人生旅程提供一些帮助，因为我知道你的旅程将是漫长而困难的。你有时可能会感到孤独，但要记住，你最棒的同伴是你自己，只有你自己最了解自己。如果你被困住了，不要害怕寻求帮助。总会有一个你可以信任的人。
九月的一个下午，你的秋千将在夕阳中高高荡起，而你正享受小学毕业后的自由。你会摆动着你的小腿，享受着风吹过你棕色卷曲的短发。温暖的秋日阳光将透过头顶的树，让你的头发像金子一样熠熠生辉。你最好的朋友就在你身边一起荡秋千。你们都会高兴地咯咯笑，闭上眼睛，从眼皮后面看到阳光的红色。当你的秋千荡到最高时，你会笑得很大声。你无忧无虑，放心地在外面玩，而那晚没有家庭作业。你会想象你是一只鸟，正高高飞在亚马孙河上空，或者你正在非常危险的风暴中的一艘船上。当秋千回落，攫住你的胃，你的想象力带你去了一个神奇的地方。突然间，你会感到大腿一阵剧烈的疼痛，中断了你的快乐。当你低头看着红肿的形成，你会发出另一声尖叫，但这次夹杂着痛苦。一只蜜蜂飞到你的短裤上蜇了你。那时，你会哭泣，然后跑进屋里，以为世界末日就要到了。你会认为这是你经历过的最痛苦的事情。然而，在未来的岁月里，你会记得那段回忆，嘲笑自己。到那时你就会知道，你那天经历的痛苦肯定不是最严重的，而痛苦也不一定非得是身体上的。 在一个夏天，可能在你十二三岁左右，你会感到绝望。你会躺在床上整整一天，盯着你白色的天花板，眼睛里满是泪水。你的吊扇会在你头顶上懒散地转着圆圈，在闷热的天气里带来微风。你的手机会被遗弃在床头桌上，像一块无声的砖头。绝望的眼泪会从你的眼睛里流出来，浸入你的枕头。你会感到孤独。你会觉得你的朋友都走了。那些从小学起就和你成為朋友的女孩儿们都已经渐渐和你疏远。一开始需要时间去理解，但我们最终都会长大。
当你15岁的时候，在寒冷的十二月的一天，你会坐在田纳西州游泳池边冰冷的看台上。你会极度失望。那场比赛本来应该是这样的。你已经准备好了去征服它，但你没有。就在人群在你头顶咆哮时，你会用含着泪的眼睛看向记分牌。新的游泳池记录。本来那个人应该是你。你的脸颊会因尴尬而发热，你会很快擦干眼泪。出什么事了？我永远不够好吗？很好。我很好。你将努力为下一场比赛振作起来。这次你可以做到。当你站起来做准备的时候，你会对一个路过的队友强颜欢笑，但不确定你的下一次成功会在什么时候到来。
这些事件可能对你现在很重要，但随着时间的推移，它们会很快与你的其他记忆融合在一起。无论那时的情况是否改变了你，你所处的所有情况都会造就你将来的自己。随着岁月的流逝，它们都会和你融为一体。你仍然是肯德尔，但你会更聪明，更善解人意。我希望你以优雅的姿态和毅力克服挑战，这是我今天仍需努力的地方。不要总是担心每件事，因为那会耗费你的精力。我希望你不要担心别人对你的看法，也不要让别人告诉你能做什么或不能做什么。随着岁月的流逝，要建立你的信心。当世界在你身边转动时，不要无动于衷地站在边上。抓住你的梦想，坚持住。我只是成为未来的你的路途中的一站。我知道你会认为离“现实世界”还很远，但事实并非如此。你现在和我一样，都身处其中。要从容面对，谦虚地学习，因为我们还有很长的路要走。
很爱你的未来的你
【Notes】
1. companion [