My dear, Don’t do what you want. Do what you don’t want. Do what you’re trained not to want. Do the things that scare you the most. Do the thing that scares you the most so that when you survive it, it actually means something. Do the hardest thing you can possibly do even if there’s an easier route so that you learn how to do hard work, few do. Do everything that makes you shit your pants. Because that thing...

My dear, Almost all the time, you tell yourself you’re loving somebody when you’re just using them. Ask yourself, are you with them because you love them, or because you love their looks, and love the way their looks reflect upon you. Ask yourself, are you with them because you love them, or because you love their money, and love not working hard to get exquisite and luxurious things? Ask yourself, do you truly love them...

My dear, When you’re young you don’t worry about it. Nothing can hold you back. You’re so impeccably strong and energetic that it doesn’t even cross your mind – the weight of your possessions. You buy shoes, clothes, cars, pets, and houses. You don’t notice the weight of it all building it. Until… Until you find yourself making travel decisions on whether or not you can find a babysitter for your...

My dear, Sometimes I get to pondering, about art and science. And about why one is so admired over the other. Sometimes I get to pondering, and I come across this brief insight that art is loved over science because science is truth, and art is everything but. Sometimes I get to pondering, and I realize that people very much don’t like the truth, that there is only one truth, and many lies, and that people who don’t like the...

My dear, What makes Earth feel like Hell, is our expectation that it ought to feel like Heaven. Earth is earth. I don’t know anything about Heaven, or Hell, I’ve frankly never been there myself (I’m a homebody), but I can tell you that they are not on Earth. And you’re on Earth, alive. Good things happen in Heaven all the time, and bad things in Hell all the time (It’s the law of things), but you’re on...

My dear, Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. It has us chasing jobs in which food is brought to our desks, when in reality that’s no different from being in a prison and having your food brought to you. It has us kneeling before the wealthy businessmen and their skinny silicon injected housewives, and hating ourselves. It has us smiling and sucking up to people...

My dear, Ten overpriced watches, fifty-six pairs of designer shoes, four high-end fashion designers on speed dial, seven houses around the world, a million bucks, and everything else the world said you should want. But it’s not what you want. You want something better, something higher, something with more love behind it, but you just don’t know what. If you don’t know what you want, you end up with a lot you...

My dear, Go out. Live with the sinners and prostitutes. Laugh with the skinheads and nazis. Drink with the terrorists and baby-killers. Party with the thieves and murders. And swap tales with the corrupted and immoral. Go out. Find good in what the world says is evil. Go out. For you cannot tell me you’re good if you can’t find it in everyone you meet. Falsely yours, Charles Michael “Chuck”...