My dear,
I have spent my days in search of myself, and not money. I have spent my days feeding more my soul, and less my stomach. I may not have a mansion, I may not have abudance, but that was not the object. The object was to be happy in a world that’s impossibly filled with people who are not. The object was to keep the pieces of myself together in a world filled with hammer bearing people that seek joy in shattering.
The object was not to stay alive but to stay human.
And I do hope I’ve succeeded.
Falsely yours,
Eric Arthur Blair
