My dear, How nice it must be to keep the same face in all conversations. To never crack a smile, or a frown, or a laugh. How nice it must be to keep your best face upon you, unchanging, at all times. How nice it must be to see wrong done to your neighbor and have the heart to walk away. How nice to must be to that apathetic, that uncaring. How nice it must be to not be gay, or poor, or of a race of the minority. How nice it must be to...

My dear, I have this theory, that birds didn’t develop their wings because they wanted to fly, but because they needed to. I don’t think birds had very stable places to grow, unless you call branches ‘stable’ that is. All those birds, on branches, falling to their doom… until one day, they developed wings. And now they and their flight are the envy of the animal kingdom. We are the birds. We have to...

My dear, Sure, you’re probably not where you expected you’d be right now, but maybe that’s exactly where you’re supposed to be. Maybe the winds have pushed you off your path for a reason. Maybe the rocks in your way are there so you pick them up, throw them away, and get stronger in the process. Maybe the road ahead of you is long so that you learn how to endure. And maybe you’re walking instead of driving so...

My dear, I don’t know why so many of us work ourselves to death every day. I mean, do you really think that we’re actually here because the universe needs one more person to push one more piece of paper around? I just can’t believe that so many people think that the universe’s plan for us is to chase money from the moment we’re able to spend it, to the moment we die. And the worst thing is, we’re not...

My dear, Pretend to be brave and what do you know, your legs gain enough confidence to stand strong. Pretend to be smart and what do you know, your brain starts looking for ways to learn more. Pretend to be kind and what do you know, enough time has passed without you doing wrong that you become technically kind. And pretend to be uncaring, like so many of us do, and in the end you’ll realize that pretending to be heartless after a...

My dear, True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country. To wake up and find out that popularity still dictates over intelligence. To wake and find that the world is still childishly cruel. To wake and find that days, week, months, and years have done nothing to better the human race. True terror is to wake up one morning and realize that the fools run the world. Falsely yours, Kurt...

My dear, The human character is filled with countless flaws. A good number of them are recognized, but most are unnoticed. One of them being our need for perfection. Another flaw in the human character is that everybody wants to build and nobody wants to do maintenance. Everybody wants to create something great, something awe-inspiring… something that’ll give them a hell of a lot of attention. But nobody wants to do...