My dear,

I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.

But plan it I do.

The first thing I do is feel. I feel the morning sun’s rays and let it reach my heart; letting the rays sway me and my moods. Then I feel for the aches in my bones and see whether or not they ache for adventure, or for thrill, or for fame, or for revolution.

The second thing I do is think. For what good are a days actions without thought behind them? I think so my feelings can have direction.

Then I do. And once done, look back and wonder as to why I thought planning it all was so hard in the first place.

And tomorrow I begin the process anew, as a newborn, unsure of it all.

Falsely yours,
Elwyn Brooks White