To my future grandchildren (who will never actually exist):
You are my progeny, and I am proud to say so. This letter should not be opened until your 18th birthday because, by that time, you may have an understanding of the world that will make sense in correlation to what I am about to tell you.
The world can be a cruel place, but your main objective is to simply live. Now, I'm not going to rant and rave at you about morality or world peace or staying in school. All I want to tell you is you should truly live your life. Have fun, be yourself, explore, enjoy your creativity, do what you feel will make you happy! You'll regret it if you don't. Get your inside view of the world through your own eyes--don't let other people tell you what your world view should be. That's the key.
However, you do not actually exist, so you will never be able to read this letter. But I suppose, as your future grandmother, I already knew that. Freaky, huh?
Signed,
The Grandmother you'll never meet.
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