Then, after few thinking, I finally give up with thinking who.
But surprisingly, I have a character in mind who will be considered as the best writer of this letter.
Though I decided to have this neither dated nor address it to anyone, it’s simply because I don’t expect anyone will be able to find this or even to mind the date.I’m a careless and reckless person that I care for no man on earth and no man on earth does care for me.I’ll hide myself as your young Sydney Carton though I live far from his own time; I may be the present and future.Like him, my view of the world changes. People, may be not all man on earth, but there are that cares for me because I do care for them.Sydney’s final thought had been with mine: ‘It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.’Its sacrifice—the point that gives you an ultimate and eternal peace.I may be gone the next morning and I may not return by night.But the Lord’s promise is within me until and in the end, because He knows that I made it.
‘I am the Resurrection and the Life, saith the Lord: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live; and whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.’
So, who do you think is the writer of this letter? :))
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