My dear,
From the moment you’re born ’til the moment you die you’re fighting.
Your fighting against a society that cares nothing for you, against parents that want to make you into them, against odds that are stacked against you, and against all the people that lost their dreams and now want to see you lose yours. And the fighting is not easy.
To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering.
And I want you to survive.
Not because I personally care for your well being (maybe that too), but because this world needs survivors. This world needs people that will stand up time and time again after being beaten down, people who walk their own paths even though making that path is horrendous, and people who will look at the odds stacked against them and smirkingly say, “Bring it on.”
Falsely yours,
Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche