Dear 40 year old Noah Frankforter,
Looks like you made it this far, only the rest of your life to go.  By now you should be either a famous rapper, DJ or rock star, and own a huge mansion in California, but not in San Francisco, because it's supposed to collapse into the sea by now.  It's pretty much a given that you should have a wife and a couple of good-looking kids, or at least on the way.  If you aren't any of the above, I'm a little disappointed, but it's okay, as long as you aren't living in a cardboard box on the streets of Lansing.  If you haven't done any of the things that I have listed, then hopefully you're a world champion tennis player, won the Olympics and live in Berlin, Germany.  If Germany still exists by then.  Wow, I didn't even think about whether the world will even exist by the time you're 40.  Geez... that's deep.  Well, hopefully the world still exists, but if it doesn't that's too bad, but whatever.
Sincerely,
Noah Frankforter