22.06.2125, Apri City
Dear Astrid, and whomever may receive these words,
It’s taken me some time to write you back, because I don’t really know where to start.
I know the world seems like a daunting place right now.
And it is.
Everything your generation will have to go through to get to where I am…
I cannot imagine it.
But know this:
You don’t get here by pushing harder.
You get here by raising the vibration.
By choosing love when hate seems like all there is.
By refusing to buy into the fear.
By speaking your truth even when it sounds lonely.
It will take stubborn softness.
It will take choosing presence when urgency screams.
It will take listening beneath the noise —
and daring to act from what you hear.
And still, there will be days when the old world tries to pull you back.
When convenience will tempt you more than coherence.
When exhaustion will feel easier than integrity.
When you’ll wonder if the bridge you’re building even matters.
That’s when I want you to remember this:
We are here.
Because you chose to stay soft.
Because you kept listening.
Because you trusted the part of you that didn’t yet have proof — only feeling.
You don’t need to save the world.
You just need to tend to the frequency you carry.
It ripples farther than you’ll ever see.
I know it feels slow.
But slow is not broken.
Slow is sacred.
Keep going.
We’re waiting for you here.
With open hands,
and a city made of remembering.
With love,
Astrid (& Eira)
Apri City, 2125