My name is Married-With-Two-Very-Special-Kids-And-An-Arguably-Boring-Job JD. Or you can call me 29-Year-Old JD for short. I am writing to you from ten years in the future with a very important message.
I know things are not going well where you are right now.
I remember this semester to be tough, since you had to add units to re-take the Sanitation and Filipino classes that you flunked last year. I remember having to travel from one building to another and taking night classes. But you have to do what you have to do.
If it helps, you might want to know that you will fail on that thesis that you dread doing next year. You will cry like a child outside the faculty office after begging your professor to re-consider. She wouldn’t. You would curse her in your head hundreds of times. She will not change her mind, and your only choice is to redo it. OR you don’t get a diploma.
And that college degree – you won’t be actually using it that much in the next ten years (at least). Yeah, bummer. After four years of hard work, you will not be the chef that you have always wanted to be, working at a four star restaurant or a five star hotel. You will not be serving food in a cruise ship while going around the world one dock at a time.
You won’t have the best romantic life either. Remember “A”? That classmate who is taking the same Sanitation and Filipino make-up classes as yours? You will fall for her (or you might already have, I honestly can’t remember). And you will fall hard. But it will not work out. She will dice up your heart with a dull chef’s knife and leave it out cold in the Tagaytay breeze. You will cry not just rivers, but all sorts of bodies of water. And you will drink anything alcoholic in the hopes of rehydrating your spirit. Good luck with that.
The list of failures goes on. And I wish you haven’t stopped reading at this point. You see, I am writing to you not to make you feel like everything is going to be a mistake in the next few years. And, I am definitely not trying to make you undo any of them. I am writing to tell you to not change a thing.
You will fail at your first job application; at being a travel agent; at being a trainer; at being a manager; even at being a husband and a father at times. You will fail miserably. But because you redid that thesis and retook those failed courses, you learned that success is best measured by failures. You will try again.
You won’t get to practice your profession, but you will be faced with an even better calling by 2009 – teaching. I was just kidding when I said it was boring. It’s the best job, at least for us. You will meet different types of people and learn to see similarities instead of differences. You will see people fail right before your eyes, but you will learn to find reward in seeing the success of others. You will love this job as I still do. Plus, you get to travel once in a while, in and out of the country. Enjoy!
As for “A”, it will take a while to move on. You will be incapable of being in a relationship in the next few years. And just when you were about to give up, you will meet “B”, at the perfect place and time. She is smarter than you and she’s a better cook too. You will have conversations about comic books, pasta, religion, and cars. You will be able to talk to her about anything and everything. She will challenge your ideas and your recipes. She will expand your palate, and introduce you to places you never thought of visiting before. “B” will inspire you every day – to travel, to write, to cook, to sing, to teach, to love. And you will love her back every day. She will bring you more love in return, in the form of Samantha and Jared. Two extraordinary kids, which I would rather tell you about in two separate letters.
You see JD, everything will be okay. And I send this to you in the hopes that 40-year old JD would also decide to write back to me and tell me the same thing. But, only time will tell. For now, I will do what we do best: keep going.
With love from the future,
P.S. Don’t you dare complain about it being your last year as a teenager. I’m turning 30 in a year, so suck it up.