My dear, Yesterday (in my past), I fought with the best to mold the world how I saw it should be – good. I screamed at the top of my lungs for freedom for all. And I clawed at walls of segregation with my bare hands. But today, the only walls I’m breaking down are those within me. I quiet my voice, and shout freedom with my actions to show that no one can truly take it away. And I fight with myself, within myself, to mold my...

My dear, With my eyes turned to the past, I walk backwards into the future. With my self facing the past, I walk backwards, wrongly presuming the road ahead looks like the road behind. With my back faced towards the front, I bump and hit obstacles unnecessarily.. if only I’d turn and look forward. With my eyes turned to the past, I find myself living there; I find myself rejecting the future and it’s change. But the road does...

My dear, I prefer people who think for themselves. I prefer people who don’t call themselves educated mearly because they can rehash someone else’s words. I prefer people who learned through action and life, rather than books and words. (I prefer people who learned through the physical and not the abstract.) I prefer the company of peasants because they have not been educated sufficiently to reason incorrectly. Leave the...

My dear, When you discover you are riding a dead horse, the best strategy is to dismount. The worst strategy is to keep riding the dead horse, for nostalgia of its liveliness. So what if the horse was once alive and breaming with vigor and strength? So what if the horse still looks healthy to onlookers? So what if the horse had a great reputation? If it’s dead, it’s dead. The best option is to dismount, get over the fact that...

My dear, So what if luck didn’t come your way, make your own luck. So what if the heavens didn’t smile down on you, grab them, tickle them, make them smile. If your ship doesn’t come in, swim out to it. …So what should be your first response anytime you hear someone mention how unlucky you are. Falsely yours, Jonathan Harshman Winters...

My dear, Some people cling on to who they see as better than them. This is a fact of life. They’re never going to stop. And if they in fact stop they’re not doing it because they achieved a new found respect for you (that’s a laugh). No, they’ve stopped because clinging to you has suddenly become not worth it. Don’t worry about people stealing your design work. Worry about the day they stop. Falsely yours, Jeffrey...

My dear, At first there’s this horrible moment where life completely sucks and you see no way out. Then after getting over the part where you thought you’d go crazy you start noticing it, that it’s not so bad anymore. That being alone doesn’t feel like the cruelest of tortures invented anymore. In fact between your new found love of thoughts and reading and inner-world living you can’t help but think that...

My dear, Let him that would move the world first move himself. Let him that would preach patience and the overcoming of obstacles first be patient and overcoming. Let him walk before he talks about walking. Would you trust a doctor with no medical history? Would you trust a writer who does not read? Would you trust a philosopher who does not first prove they think? So too you should not blindly trust the man that wants to move the world....

My dear, The other side is not always greener. If it is it’s because you haven’t watered your patch well enough.. or at all. The grass is always greener where you water it. The thing about grass is that it doesn’t care one bit about which side it’s on. All it cares about is that it gets fed and nourished. The same thing’s true with dreams, they don’t care whose mind they occupy. They just care about...

My dear, Trust me, I’m not like those spoiled brats that don’t drink the stuff because it tastes ‘bad’. My reason is better.. more reasonable.. and justified. I drink wine. I drink vodka. And I drink the occasional orange juice every now and then. I don’t drink water. Fish fuck in it. Falsely yours, William Claude...