A Universal Letter.

Dear Life,

Sometimes I hate you, sometimes I love you. Overall, I think about you because I live you. Your hardest lessons end up being the easiest for me to understand, if that makes sense. Because one day, I just get up, and the thought pops up in my mind. That’s why that happened. That’s why I had to do what I did. That’s why I’m here.

I’m just thankful for all the opportunities I’ve ever been given, the wonderful people I’ve been surrounded with, and the beautiful abilities I’m able to express.

Every single day I wonder why I was born this way to think, act, and do. But then I realize that every single day, someone I know wonders why they can’t think, act, or do what I do. And that’s what gets to me:

Curiosity is the most manipulative thing known to a human being because it’s what we all suffer from. If it weren’t to exist, we would never think: “Why this / why that / I wonder if” because questions wouldn’t exist.

But in all honesty, I love curiosity because its what makes us get up off our asses and actually do something with our lives. Want to know how it feels to be loved? Go love. Want to know how it feels to get hurt? Go get hurt.

What evolves from curiosity are mistakes, and what comes from mistakes are realizations, and what comes from realizations is wisdom. Wisdom is just a fancy word for experience. You can’t tell someone how ice cream tastes until you’ve tried it. You can’t spazz about the joy of unlimited love unless you’ve been loved limitlessly. You can’t give someone words of wisdom until you yourself have gone through such hurt.

It’s better to trust one person with your life than to be acquainted with a hundred people all your life. It may just be a thought, and it may just be words, but it’s my thoughts, and my words.. so that counts for something in my book.