Letters from past selves

I found a letter the other day, written by me five years ago, to me, today. In the letter I was in the middle of Japan and in a bit of a foul mood. I was writing from a train and was seeking the wisdom I imagined I would have at 28 years old. Reading the letter today, I see that my twenty-three year old self had far more wisdom to give me today than I would have to give to her then. Perhaps, I think, we are all full up of that kind of wisdom. And perhaps, all we have to do is listen to that 23-year old self and let her speak.