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The Note Behind The Picture

I got this from a creative writing prompt. The prompt was this -

A picture on your mantle unexpectedly falls and crashes to the floor. As you go to pick it up, you notice a note hidden behind the picture. The message is from the futureā€”and written by you. It instructs you to do something important. What does it say?
My answer is this - The note from the future would read like this ā€˜You are beautiful. Talented. Dedicated.ā€™

Here are some things that I want you to do. No, here are three things that I demand that you do right now, in your time. I DEMAND. Hear that?
  1. Ditch the guy.
  2. Climb a mountain.
  3. Go downtown and find homeless people. Feed them.
Do it or I will find a way to F up your life right now, in the F-ing FUTURE. If you don't want to die dating a poor miser in a hut somewhere in a remote island with no money to your name and suffering from innumerable diseases, do it.

Sincerely,
Marsha

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