I Met My 16-Year-Old Self for Coffee Today
I came across this prompt and I just had to jump in.
We had a 10:00 AM coffee date.
She was 10 minutes late—typical her, hesitant, unsure, afraid she wouldn’t fit in, also strict parenting. I was 15 minutes late because I had planned on canceling—typical me, just needing rest, preferring to stay indoors, and favoring online conversations. Some things don’t change easily.
She ordered snacks and ice cream, something sweet and safe. I ordered a strong, sweetened coffee—because these days, I need all the energy I can get. Life demands more of me now, and rest is a luxury I can’t always afford.
She wore a skimpy denim skirt, a t-shirt, and a long neck chain—effortlessly carefree, yet not entirely feminine. I, on the other hand, looked more polished, more put together. Life had refined me. I dressed well now, not just for appearances but because I had grown to appreciate the power of presentation.
She told me she wanted to be a fashionista and an actress. I smiled. "I became a writer and a content creator. Now, I write more, and I pour my thoughts into my work."
She told me she still lived in her parents' house, in a big bedroom. I told her I have my own place now—small and cozy. I live alone—no partner yet, no one to share the late nights and early mornings with.
She asked if I miss home. I looked away. "Every day. I miss Mom more than words can explain."
She said she sleeps a lot. She asked if I still have the habit and if I sleep well. I sighed. "Not really. My mind stays awake even when my body is tired. There’s always something to think about, something to plan for, something that needs fixing."
She struggled with self-esteem. I reassured her, "Confidence isn’t a destination; it’s a lifelong journey. Some days, you’ll feel on top of the world. Other days, you’ll question your worth. But as long as you keep pushing forward, you’ll be okay."
She confessed she was in love with a boy. I chuckled. "It’ll fade. Boys lie. And the ones you’ll love the most won’t have sense. I haven’t been lucky with love, but that’s okay. Just love yourself more. Learn to be enough for yourself, so when love does come, you’ll recognize the real thing."
She asked about friends. I told her I don’t keep many female friends anymore. They’ve done more harm than good. And my male best friend? I love him, but our bond is fading. Life happens like that. People drift. Some will leave, some will disappoint you, and some will surprise you. Learn to accept it all.
She asked what I focus on now. I smiled. "Money. Stability. Building a future that’s mine. And people look up to me now, asking for advice, finding inspiration in my writing. It’s strange, isn’t it? My words mean something to people. They find comfort in them. They see themselves in my journey."
She admitted she still struggles to open up, and maybe that was for the best—people aren’t to be trusted so easily. I nodded. "You’ll learn to protect yourself better. Not everyone deserves access to you."
She looked at me, eyes wide, taking it all in. She never imagined she’d be someone people looked up to.
Together, we laughed at the awkward moments she thought were monumental. I assured her that, one day, they would become valuable lessons—painful but necessary. Every misstep, every heartbreak, every sleepless night was leading somewhere greater.
Before we parted, I told her:
Love yourself first. It will save you from unnecessary heartbreaks.
Cherish every experience—good and bad. They will teach you how to love, trust, and fight for the right people.
Let go of the petty things. They only block your blessings.
Value genuine connections. Not everyone will stay, but those who matter will.
Keep faith. Even when things don’t make sense, trust that God’s plan is unfolding in ways you can’t yet see.
Don’t be afraid to take up space. Your voice, your presence, and your dreams matter. Own them.
As I watched her walk away, I wished she would do all the things I don’t do now—keep a softer heart, take more risks, love without fear, and sleep without worries.
She turned back one last time, smiled, and said, "You turned out okay."
And for the first time in a while, I believed it.
Oh, and one more thing—I have a brand name, Rebirth, and it’s now global. Someone called it a household name. I also have a name for my community, ‘People of My Laive,’ and it’s thriving. 'Fayvour with Rebirth' is recognized. 26-year-old me is living well but still needs more.
Person of my Laive,
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