My dear, Nothing’s ugly. There’s nothing as beautiful as the story, and everything has a story; a story of time, of patience, of strength, and of weakness. Everything has a surface and a layer underneath that surface. Most of us choose to only see the surface, and not so well, if that. The tree has the beauty of strength. The turtle has the beauty of patience. Water, the beauty of perseverance. Air, of unrewarded charity. And...

My dear, Sometimes when you get the blues there might be a damned good reason. When those dark nights creep upon your soul and you feel like all’s not so good; when you turn to your friends and family, asking them what’s wrong with the world, and they look at you like you’re crazy; when you hold yourself close because somehow you, for a tragic brief second, felt the emotion of the world, pain, pain from something large...

My dear, If you never chase your dreams you’ll never catch them. Your dreams are in front of you, and they don’t move in any direction except forward. They’ll never ever walk backwards to you. You have to go towards them. You can’t catch them if you sit still, your dreams are ambitious, they’ll just move even farther from you. Catching your dreams is the ultimate game of Cat and Mouse, and the mouse never...

My dear, As soon as you stop wanting something, you get it. When you want something it lives in your head. In a way you still don’t think you’ve got what it takes to make it real. But the moment you stop wanting it, that’s when your body and mind start heading towards it.. and eventually, when you stop wanting it long enough, you get it. As soon as you stop saying “I want” you start saying “I’ll...

My dear, You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life. That means you’ve spoke up, even when the last thing people wanted to do was hear your voice. That means you’ve done something that affects people, some good, some bad, but it’s better than not at all. You’ve got enemies? Good. All the great ones do. Keep going. Falsely yours, Sir Winston Leonard...

My dear, History is the fiction we invent to persuade ourselves that events are knowable and that life has order and direction. The pleasant lie wrapped in a still young science that we whisper to ourselves in the moments of a heart’s loneliness to calm it down. “Don’t worry, everything’s going to be alright in the future, just look at the past,” we tell ourselves. History’s the myth we created with...

My dear, Everything is a remix, a compilation, a mix-tape. There is nothing new in art except talent. There is nothing new in art except in the way the puzzle pieces are put together. For the great thing about the puzzle pieces of art is that there are paradoxically no edges and all edges at the same time. Everything connects, yet doesn’t. The most valuable thing in art isn’t the content, it’s the artist’s...

My dear, There’s no right or wrong. It’s all subjective. My right can be your wrong. And we can both be right.. or wrong. Right and wrong are colored by the person who’s point-of-view we’re looking through. Is it right to kill? No. But what if you’re killing a serial rapist/murderer who’ll cause more harm if you don’t? And what precedence does that set for us in our culture? Where do we draw the...

My dear, Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth. Where else can you find a place where people cause each other avoidable, and frankly largely unnecessary, harm? Where else do you find a place where people can do good if they just think, but yet they refuse to think? Where else can you find a place where people are running straight...

My dear, Don’t do what you want. Do what you don’t want. Do what you’re trained not to want. Do the things that scare you the most. Do the thing that scares you the most so that when you survive it, it actually means something. Do the hardest thing you can possibly do even if there’s an easier route so that you learn how to do hard work, few do. Do everything that makes you shit your pants. Because that thing...