[ WP ] Every ten years from age twenty until death , you from ten years earlier appears in your bedroom . You have five minutes to explain how to change your life before young you returns to the past .

Deep in thought, waiting my own appearance, the strange happening I knew would come sooner rather than later, I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling. Wondering what could have went differently. Of course I want to change the bad, but was there really so little good I'd want to do it another way? 
 
 I'm not certain. 
 
 At this point though all the good things in my life bring me no satisfaction. I feel no happiness. I rarely smile. Death seems more a sweet release from this purgatory than a looming end to whatever it is I'm doing here. My life is by no means bad, but it just seems I ca n't settle for simply living life. 
 
 A fist sized shimmer of light flashes on my bedroom door, snapping me out of my contemplative daze. It grows slowly until it completely covers where the door would be, a shifting shimmering wall of bright white light. Then, just as I was told would happen, a 10 year old me steps through. 
 
 His face is near unrecognizable to me. It's the innocence, the naivety, those things which I wish I still had. He points to his mouth and shakes his head side to side. He ca n't speak? The old woman said nothing of this. It is of no matter I guess, I only have one thing to say really but how do I say it? 
 
 He ca n't possibly understand. I could n't possibly explain to him the repercussions of what he would soon grow to do without my intervention. Just a few years later and he'll step into a dark world inhabited with beasts exactly as he will eventually be. I struggle to find the words I want to say, and settle for simpler terms, 
 
 `` Do n't do drugs,'' I say to him. 
 
 We spend the next four minutes in comfortable silence, as I wonder how things will change when he walks back through the light. Will they really be better? 
 

