21, and projecting my mind 30 years down the road

I turned 21 yesterday. But I shan't broadcast what exactly I did on the day iself. Firstly because I'd want to keep the memories private for myself and my friends involved. Secondly, I feel that a personal experience cannot be expressed well in the form of words. How can I explain the sensations, the thoughts which ran through my head. The taste, sight, sound and touch? Impossible. (unless you can tap into my memory which in itself is flawed) I've once read somewhere that everyone has a different perception of colours, blue is nothing universal. On the contrary, blue varies from person to person. The blue I experience will not be the same blue you experience. Same theory. Only more complex when it comes to experiences.

When I was younger the idea of creating a time capsule was fascinating. Now, I figured time capsules are not really possible. Beyond the physical impossibility of creating something which defies the action of time. [If you put a piece of paper into a time capsule, it will rot.] (common sensical deduction)But Time capsules will not work even if you could create one. That is because you, the person who created it will change. The experience captured inside the time capsule, would have changed every time you re-open it to revisit the experience. Not because the thing inside changes but you, the being experiencing is changed. If you could prevent yourself from changing, then there is no point in creating a time capsule in the first place, since you will always be stuck in the same experience.

But enough about the feasibility of a time capsule. I still want to attempt one [knowing full well it will fail]. It is still worth it because, I will recapture one moment of my being 21 even though I experience it as a 51 yr old. I am going to write a letter to myself 30 years down the road. I can only guess the chance of such a success. Other than the fact that the paper might rot.
I might lose it.
I might cease to exist before I reach 51.
I might suffer from a memory loss so it makes no sense.
The earth might have been destroyed.
I might have forgotten the feeling of being 21 so completely that the letter becomes stupid.
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The list goes on.


But still, I am going to write a letter. Only for the ME at 51. sorry, it won't be posted. I am keeping my finger crossed, (for 30 years). But most probably, I will remember it till next week (perhaps?) Before I once again, resume being conscious only of the me at 21.

Too bad I can't write a letter to myself 30 years before. I (my atoms) might still have been part of a leaf photosynthesizing...