My dear,

Don’t listen to your parents.

We are not here to become doctors, or a lawyers, or a whatevers. Or poets, or artist, or whoevers.

We are not obliged to help anyone if we truly don’t want to, and we shouldn’t if we don’t want to.

We are not here to change the world, we are a small species on a small planet, in a small galaxy, of a much bigger design. We are not here to change things, unless we want to.

We are not here so that we can follow the laws of our governments, our churches, or our schools. We are not here to do what others tell us to do. We are not here to be polite.

We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war.

We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.

Everything else is secondary.

Falsely yours,
Henry Charles Bukowski