My dear, Eighty percent of success is showing up. Showing up for the learning, showing up for the hard-work, showing up for the pain, showing up for the endurance, showing up with patience, showing up with grit, showing up for the roller-coaster of emotions and surviving, and showing up for the eventual triumph at the end of it all. And showing up is never easy. In fact, to put things in perspectives, I didn’t want to write today....

My dear, Don’t talk to me about death. Death is nothing, there’s nothing to fear there. Have you ever starved your belly for three days, and not by choice? Have you ever roamed the streets, homeless, and when asked just casually told people you were out about? Have you ever poured your heart out, and watched no one care? Have you ever been right all along, and been stoned for it? Have you ever shut your mouth about your...

My dear, If God exists, I hope he has a good excuse. Sometimes I imagine God saying, “I made it all beautiful and wonderful, it’s you that’s ruined it. It’s you who’s ruined the beauty that was already there in trying to create some abstract beauty you envisioned and grossly overestimated. You just didn’t see it.” Sometimes I imagine there being a god, and him being right. Falsely yours, Woody...

My dear, If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans. Tell him of the many houses you’re going to own, the many cars you’re going to drive, the many places you’re going to visit, and of the many beaches you’re going to see. Tell him of the many fun times you’re going to have, of the good moments your going to experience, and of all the good food you’re going to eat. Then tell him of how little...

My dear, My neighbour is a hundred and one years old. She’s never smoked a day in her life. She’s never spent a whole week inside her house with a loved one having wondrous sex. She’s never ran naked on a beach in the middle of the night while the sea lapsed at her toes. She’s never feasted on swine and cheese until her clothes begged for air. And she’s never jumped out of airplanes or boats (for fear of...

My dear, You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old people’s home feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, and then when you start work, you get a gold watch and a party on your first day. You work for 40 years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement. You party, drink alcohol, and are generally promiscuous, then you are ready for...

My dear, I’ve been contemplating. And yes, I do understand, love is the answer. Yes. …Does it not? Falsely yours, Woody...