My dear, Every next level of your life will demand a different you. A whole different version of yourself. Life is filled with a series of plateaus, each higher than the next. And if we really look up at the next level, standing where we are today, what we’ll see are our future selves, smiling – waiting for the current us to grow and catch-up. And on and on, until we reach heights we could never dream of. So when you feel...

My dear, Nobody cares. Work harder. Everyone is dealing with their own personal troubles day in, day out; hardly anyone has time to care about anything outside of their immensely demanding life. Even when you’re struggling, in pain, broken, nobody cares, not really. It’s a harsh truth of life. So work harder. Because the only person you can really depend on is yourself. You accomplished something today, good – nobody...

My dear, Until the lion learns how to write, every story will glorify the hunter. And don’t ever think the hunter will never embellish themselves, make themselves seem greater, and the hunted lion ever more so deserving of being hunted. Never will there be tales where the hunter reflects on their own cruelty, their own frail cowardly weakness in having to seek satisfaction in the death of another. Never. For until the lion learns how...

My dear, Education doesn’t sound revolutionary right? It’s been around for ages. But did you know that the most effective way to decrease the drastic population numbers and sexual assault almost entirely is to just simply give all poor women an education? There’s so many examples of simple everyday things we take for granted that become revolutionary the moment they’re accessible to the poor: libraries, clean water,...

My dear, Never themselves, never that. They must never question their own feet, their own stances in life. It’s the world that’s wrong, never themselves, never that. They must never question their own ear, their own reaction to the world, their own views, their own faiths. It’s the world that doesn’t know, never themselves, never that. Those who can’t dance blame it on the music. But the music keeps on...

My dear, Look around, don’t you find it strange that fashion’s just another term for people dressing like one another? Nothing risqué, everyone’s doing their hardest to fit in and in their struggle they praise others like them, they praise the same people, the mediocre. And don’t misquote me, when I speak of fashion I’m not just talking about clothes, I’m also speaking of ideas and beliefs. To the...

My dear, There are mysteries, yes. The three great mysteries: air to a bird, water to a fish, humanity to itself. But how do you look beyond yourself when you’re so… you? How does the fish recognize water when it’s all it’s ever known? How does it even learn to question the great invisible breathe of its life? I have no answers, but maybe like the bird diving from the tree’s edge for the first time, we have...

My dear, Everyone thinks that money and friendship can mix. They can’t. And everyone thinks that they’ll change the rules, that they can personally find a way to mix the two, because they’re either that different or that great. Trust me, we’re all mostly the same, and so the same proverbs apply to us. Before borrowing money from a friend, decide which you need most. And before lending money to a friend, decide which...

My dear, Until then, you should be ashamed. Ashamed of your celebrity, of your wealth, of your pride, of your love and desire for a better world, and of your happiness. Have the audacity to think you can change the world… because unless you do, you have no right to die proud. Falsely yours, Horace...

My dear, Why do you care if they’re more attractive than you? Why do you ask if their work is more liked than yours? If their style is more understood? If they’re richer? Why do you obsess? Why do you compare? You are legendary in your own right, there’s no need for that. Live in the joy, bring it closer, let the plunder of comparison go by you. Falsely yours, Theodore “Teddy”...