[ WP ] A 101-year old bottle washed up on a beach with a letter inside . It 's for you .

So... you're still standing here. Standing on the same beach you've stood on for years. For almost ten years, this beach has been unchanging for you. You've walked its sand, felt its water. But today, something has changed. You came to this beach like you do every day, and you saw this piece of paper curled up in a bottle on the sand. 
 
 At first you were confused, for years you knew no one knew about this beach but you. Every time you've came it's always been your footprints in the sand, only yours for as long as you can remember. You've never brought a person to this beach, and you never will. One day, you will come back to this town and try to find this beach. But you wo n't. I know, I tried. 
 
 You grew up in a small town, you had plenty of friends yet you still felt lonely. You feel lonely right now. But stop feeling lonely. This beach, this place of beauty is not meant to be shared. You can never share it, and this is the reason for your loneliness but it is n't a reason you should accept. 
 
 One day, you're gon na grow up and move out of this small town. You're gon na meet a girl, and you're gon na fall in love with her. This girl will fall right back. But let me warn you, never let her go. **Never let her go! ** Life will be a lot better with her than without her. You do n't want to live without her. I know, I tried. 
 
 This beach is something you'll never understand. Once you've left it you can never come back. Do n't try. Accept that sometimes you ca n't go back to where you want to be. Life is going to move on without you if you stay behind, and no one can run fast enough to catch up with life. I know, I tried. 
 
 You're gon na have a life. Things are going to get better. You ca n't let what's going on right now make you lose everything you might get in the future. Life is too beautiful to be lived in the moment, because the moment only holds so much. You may never get this beach back, but you'll find other beaches. We lose things, but never let these things leave without trying to keep them. That only ends up hurting more. I know, I tried. 
 
 I've tried to tell people about this before. This metaphor of beaches, this idea that letting go does n't work. They wo n't believe me. No one listens to a crazy old man. I do n't want to see any more people end up like this. I wasted my life, when I had such great chances. No, I wasted *our* life. But I have one final chance to fix things. 
 
 Dear my younger self, get off this beach and get on with life. 

