My dear, You can fly around the world to get away if you want. You can get high and drugged up if you want. You can find someone to get lost in love with, a career to lose sleep over, or a religion to get tied up in, to get away if you want. But you can’t escape for long. You’re going to have to deal with yourself sooner or later. Falsely...

My dear, Never give a sword to a man who can’t dance. The dance is the ideal. People must not be given swords before they’ve learnt how to enjoy life and its movement. People must not be given swords before they’ve discovered the inner strength required to publicly and foolishly dance with judgemental gazes thrust upon them. …The dance is the ideal. The man given a sword prematurely will never hear the music. And a...

My dear, Nothing’s ugly. There’s nothing as beautiful as the story, and everything has a story; a story of time, of patience, of strength, and of weakness. Everything has a surface and a layer underneath that surface. Most of us choose to only see the surface, and not so well, if that. The tree has the beauty of strength. The turtle has the beauty of patience. Water, the beauty of perseverance. Air, of unrewarded charity. And...

My dear, The lesson that passes through the ears is heard, retained for a day’s time, and forgotten in sleep. The lesson that passes through the eyes is seen, recalled for a season’s cycle, and forgotten by winter. But the lesson that passes through the hands and body is understood by the heart, and stays for at least fifty winters, and not less. I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand. Falsely...

My dear, Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life. Choose a job you love and you’ll wake up every day before the alarm clock rings, excited to get going with the rest of the day… You’ll hardly notice the hours fly by. But, choose a job you hate and every day will feel like a life, like a lifetime, and at the end of each one you’ll feel like ending it. Falsely...

My dear, Do you know what tales of the turtle and the hare teach us? It does not matter how slowly you go so long as you do not stop. At a young age, these stories try to put in us the idea (and what a maginificent idea to have put in us as children) that as long as you do not stop your progress shall count for something. They tell us to not worry about whether or not someone has passed us in our slowness. For in the end we shall reach the...

My dear, When befriending others please, please, please have no friends not equal to yourself. I may sound cruel for saying so, but the truth is rarely soft, and usually harsh. Befriend those as good as you, or those higher than you – better than you. If you befriend those lower than you, you will be dragged to their level. You will deprive yourself of the joy and wisdom that comes from having friends that have something to offer...

My dear, I saw in you revenge today. Did someone hurt you? Did they anger you? Humiliate you? Well, if so, I am sorry. I know those are just words, and it was not I who angered you, but I mean every word. I say so to save you, not them. For I fear that you shall journey upon that road I call revenge. Heed my words. For revenge is a two sided sword. It destroys all, and spares none. Let this letter reach you before you reach your...

My dear, Pardon my tone today for I am angry. It is because of these fools. These fools who say that they are eternally happy and forever wise. Don’t they realize that one cannot be happy at all occasions, and wise in all knowledges?! Can the bird be bold enough to say that he can swim faster than the fish? Or the son cruel enough to be happy at his mother’s funeral? So why do they proclaim eternal happiness and boundless...

My dear, I will let you go. But only on one condition. Go with all your being… your soul. March forward, head held high, arrogantly so. For I would rather that than a head held down… unsure. Stride forward. Run! And don’t look back. For if you do I will know that you left half your heart behind. And half a heart never concludes the journey. Falsely...