My dear,
Do not catalog me upon “the mass of men”.
They wait, and hope, and pray that someday they will…
Sadly that’s about it. They wait, forgetting that nothing comes to those that wait. They hope, forgetting that hope requires action. And they pray, forgetting that prayer requires preparation.
And so they wait. Clenching their heavy hearts, overwhelmed by life… Suffering quietly. After all, no one else must know.
Falsely yours,
Henry David Thoreau
