<b>Dear Sperm,</b><br>I always write to you, but since you’ve been with me my whole life, it always feels overdue. You’re tiny, determined, and carry far more responsibility than your size suggests. You’re like little astronauts on a mission, armed with all the potential of generations past and the hope of futures yet to come.<br>Sometimes, I wonder about your journey. The race you’re built for is brutal—millions enter, only one wins. Yet each of you is still driven forward with persistence, like warriors of purpose. I respect that.<br>I know you don’t get much credit. You live in the shadows, waiting, storing energy, practicing patience until it’s time to sprint. Whether you reach your destination or not, I appreciate your effort. Without you, none of us would even exist.<br>So here’s to you—silent carriers of legacy, tiny dreamers in motion. May your swims be strong, your tails never tire, and your destiny—whatever it is—be fulfilled.

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