Dear 23-year-old Gerold,

In the quiet places of your heart, where memories and dreams meet, I write this letter to you—a message across time, a bridge between who you are and who you will become. Life has pierced its stories into your soul carving paths that navigate through joy and sorrow, resilience and vulnerability.

Those two years have been more than few pages turned. Geralda, your Mom, her spirit dances in the sunlight beaming through leaves, in the warmth of shared laughter, and in the quiet moments when you pause to feel the breeze. She's not lost; she's woven into the every fabric of your being. Carry her legacy gently, like a fragile capsule passed down through generations. Your grief is not solitary. It’s a bridge connecting hearts, an invitation to empathy. As you navigate the of sorrow, remember that others tread similar paths. Your tears become ink, etching maps for those who stumble in darkness. Speak to others who ache for connection. Your vulnerability becomes a lantern, guiding others toward hope.

Time, that elusive currency, slips through our fingers like grains of sand. Be a great steward of it, my dear Gerold. Guard it fiercely, invest it wisely. For EVERY second spentr name, Gerold. Share stories of her resilience, her quirks, her favorite recipe for duri kole. In doing so, you gift solace to in purposeful pursuit, every heartbeat aligned with intention, becomes a brushstroke on the canvas of God’s destiny for you.

Money, oh how it dances between practicality and dreams! It's not merely paper or digits—it's potential. Use it to build bridges, not wallsInvest in experiences that stretch your soul, in moments that defy the mundane. And when you find yourself standing at the crossroads of need and desire, remember Mom's words: "Everybody ain't ya friend." Discernment, my friend, is your Navigation System.

God the silent listener to your midnight thoughts. He's not confined to churches or scriptures; He's the pulse of existence, the rhythm of your breath. When tears blur your vision and questions claw at your heart, lean into the mystery. Ask Him why, and in the silence, you'll find answers that provides peace that surpasses understanding. Your spiritual journey begins there, in the sacred dialogue between soul and God. Stay present to inhale the fragrance of your rain-soaked earth, taste the salt on ocean breezes. Life unfolds in the now, and every heartbeat is a chance to rewrite your story. Lock in, not as a prisoner of circumstance, but as a seeker of wonder. God is in your favor; he whispers secrets to those who listen.

And that curiosity—the spark that dances in your eyes when you glimpse the inner workings of machines, the code that Originates digital symphonies—nurture it. Let it lead you down rabbit holes of discovery, through lines of code and circuits humming with possibility. The world awaits your innovations, your keystrokes that echo across time Gerold, you are a a vessel of dreams and resilience. The universe leans in, curious about your next move. So, with courage as your compass and love as your North Star, step into the unwritten chapters. You've got this!

With peace, warmth and hope,

Your older self , G