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“Dear Conan,
Congratulations old friend. You survived your hardest year yet. This year held your highest highs and your lowest lows. You laughed harder than ever, cried harder than ever, and worked harder than ever. You should be proud. For the trials of the year made you wiser
Congratulations old friend. You survived your hardest year yet. This year held your highest highs and your lowest lows. You laughed harder than ever, cried harder than ever, and worked harder than ever. You should be proud. For the trials of the year made you wiser
and kinder. For the first time in your life, you decided to love yourself for who you are. You finally threw judgement out the window and allowed yourself to stop hating yourself. It was a long time coming. You’re still figuring yourself out, but at least now you realize that no
matter what you love, who you love, and how you love you’re allowed to embrace it. Finally accepting your enigmatic personality is what brought you everything good this year, so promise me you won’t ever stifle that again. You spent so much of your life fearing that everyone
would hate who you truly are; but you were so wrong. This year after finally showing your true colors, you’d found so much more love than you have ever felt. All across the world, and even right here in your hometown. Forthcoming, love yourself more. Trust yourself more. Stop
being so hard on yourself. When you thought you’d never get into your dream school, you did. When you thought you’d never be able to be a musician, your song was listened to three million times. When you thought you’d never be able to move away from this town, you worked your
butt off and moved to the big city all by yourself, so trust yourself. You’re not as useless as you often scare yourself into believing. This year you learned you were so much stronger than you’d ever realized. Those unspeakable events that happened this year, the one that hurt
you more than anything could ever hurt you, the one that almost killed you. I want you to heal those wounds, speak them out of you. And although it’s hard, I want you to forgive the ones who broke you. Enough tears were spent on them. It’s time to dry your eyes, and give them
that resilient smile I know you have inside of you. Holding onto anger hurts only you, so what's the point? Let it go, and turn that energy into something more productive. This year is gonna be a big one. You’re finally releasing an EP, a dream you’ve had since you were eight
years old and singing for your neighbors. Don’t let the process kill you. Just enjoy it. No matter what anyone says, know that you did your best. I hope you laugh harder, work harder, and love harder. Who knows what this next year has for you? Maybe you’ll fall in love and
finally get that first kiss. Maybe you’ll drop out of college and become a full-time artist. Hell, maybe you’ll quit music and become a full-time student. Whatever happens, I hope that you’re happy. That’s the only thing I want for you in the end. If you did your best, then
you’re a success, that is that. I believe in you, and thousands of other people do too. I think that we’ll all be okay. Please write me back in a year, okay?
With love,
Conan from the year 2017”
With love,
Conan from the year 2017”
