Dear future Cris…
By the time you will read this probably another 38 years have passed. Or maybe even another 380... Who knows... Times are strange at this current moment when I am writing this to you...
Or even more. One of the strangest birthdays ever…
There is a thing going on named Covid-19. You really hated that period remember..
I am writing you this letter for a couple of reasons… And in the meantime you are listening to some Fleetwood Mac. If you have forgot about them. It is an amazing band… Go put it on.
One of reasons is: Stop doubting yourself…
I know life can be tough sometimes and you have been through a lot but you are a wonderful man. Sometimes someone even calls you super Cris. And that is all you have ever wished for…
I know that doubt is strange and new to you because you have always followed your heart. And you just did things. This will be also your guide for the rest of your upcoming years too. That is your superpower. And your heart is humongous.
So keep it beating proudly.
And although not everyone will understand you. You understood me, and I understand you. So it will be fine. You will be fine…
You are the master of my faith. I am the master of your Soul…
Your father loves you…
At the moment you are writing this letter you have started a project about your father and you are now a couple of months in. At some points that was very confronting but you are mentally just as strong as physically. You are doing a wonderful job and hopefully it will be the gateway to wonderful new opportunities. I am sure when you read this back years in the future you will say it was the perfect way of honoring your father and your grandfathers…
Dare to cry again…
You know this Cris! It is one of your life lessons that you always share with others. That strength lies in daring to be vulnerable.
But sometimes you forget…
There will always be people that leave without saying goodbye…
And you will say; I don’t cry!
I am a grownup now…
But you know this. Whatever challenges lie ahead of you. Or whatever friendship, loved ones, or relationships you will gain or lose. It is part of life…
There is no reason to only let that bluebird in your heart out at night and let it sing when nobody sees it. Let that bird sing like it has never sang before. And it deserves to have an audiance.
Nothing is under control except for your own thoughts…
You are 76 around now and hopefully having your morning coffee with the love of your life.
And if that is your soulmate or that Hasselblad you just gave yourself as a birthday present that doesn’t matter.
Don’t be so hard on yourself…
Marcus Aurelius already wrote about this in meditations. You are nothing more than your own thoughts… And you think that the only way to achieve your dreams is to be your own hardest critic. But there are more ways to do this and you will get there…
Probably you are already there…
And if not…
Just never give up…
Ain’t nothing to it but to do it…
And even more so… What is life, if you don’t dream anymore?
Catch that train of opportunities and sail instead of row…
Speaking about dreams…
I hope you found more insights about those nighttime dreams of yours…
If you ever did find out please let me know!
I want to know why I have Dragon Ball Z hands…
Photograph like you are writing a song or a poem…
Some say that when you get older that you are not as passionate anymore… But knowing you that will never disappear. You have been daydreaming since you were a little kid and creating you own world in your thoughts… So why quit now?
Also one of the insights you had during 2020 was to make your photographs more like a song and a poem in one.
An old man can dance in the living room too. Or listen to Satie or Slayer.
Duane Michals, Trent Parke, Khalil Gibran, or one of your Sufi poets like Rumi…
Hafez…
Jacques Brel and Edith Piaf…
It will be a wonderful, wonderful mess…
A complicated mess.
But it is your mess so it is beautiful…
Time is running out…
Not only in life but also for this letter. But you have learned this lesson at a young age. So you live your life accordingly.
You only have a minute…
With only sixty seconds in it.
Forced upon me, can’t refuse it.
Didn’t seek it, didn’t choose it.
But it’s up to me to use it.
I must suffer if I lose it.
Give account if I abuse it.
Just a tiny little minute,
but eternity is in it…
That is not yours by the way in case you have gotten senile. It is written by: Dr. Benjamin E. Mays.
So…
So happy birthday my main man…
I hope you will have a wonderful day.
And even many many many years from now you will have even a richer heart.
And also a nicer beard…
Happy Birthday Future Cris…
It will all be fine.
And remember… Love yourself a little bit more. Do your squats. Drink your beers and take your photographs.
Cheers buddy!
From your friend in the present and future and everything in between.
Even in another dimension in time and space…
Kind regards,
Cristian Geelen
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