My dear, The tragedy of life doesn’t lie in jumping and finding out you couldn’t fly. The tragedy lies in never jumping at all. Who is the happier; the man who lept over the edge and reached for his dreams, or the man who stayed safely on the cliff looking beyond wondering “What if,” for eternity? Who is the happier; the woman who in leaping for her dreams eventually fell down to earth but in doing so tasted the...

My dear, You are Columbus. You are the steerer of ships and the destination is the New World, of you. The New World is everything you want to be, and the ocean is the accumulation of all the hardships you’re going to face on the way. It won’t be easy, the oceans of life forgive no one. But you’re going to face them, and you’re going to have to face them head on and without help from the old-lands (from the old you,...

My dear, You reputation is like a feather-weight kid that starts permanently living on your back a couple months after you’re born. At first it weighs nothing, and you don’t even notice it while you’re doing all that crawling and running and falling and giggling in your earlier stages. But slowly over time, it starts putting on a few pounds. If you show signs of being stupid or smart early it puts on a few pounds. If you...

My dear, Somewhere on this globe, every ten seconds, there is a woman giving birth to a child. She must be found and stopped. She’s having all these children all willy-nilly like it’s happy affair. She must be found! She must be found and told the same things we’re all told and shown over and over; that being a mother sucks, that your mostly ungrateful children ask everything of you and give nothing back, that the bills...

My dear, My friends tell me I have an intimacy problem. But they don’t really know me. But I know me, and even I know I have intimacy problems. Yeah, it sucks. But, I’m working on them. I’m guarded because I’ve been screwed over in the past, and taken advantage of. But I’m working on letting go of that. …My friends don’t really know me, but they will, bit by bit. Falsely yours, Garry Emmanuel...

My dear, Be yourself; everyone else is already taken. And I’m going to tell you a little secret, it’s not easy. It’s not easy seeing the path only you can walk on in this world of pitch-black darkness. But I’ll tell you another little secret, you don’t really have to see it. See the people you admire? They each have a small light in them and their works that points you in the direction you’re supposed to...

My dear, How can you be happy with being good at everything you do? How can you live with the notion that you’re not making mistakes? Don’t mistakes come from trying new things? Doesn’t that mean that you’re not trying new things? And in a constantly changing world doesn’t staying complacent mean that you’re actually getting left behind with a big smile on your face? How can you live with being good at...

My dear, The lesson that passes through the ears is heard, retained for a day’s time, and forgotten in sleep. The lesson that passes through the eyes is seen, recalled for a season’s cycle, and forgotten by winter. But the lesson that passes through the hands and body is understood by the heart, and stays for at least fifty winters, and not less. I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand. Falsely...

My dear, Don’t worry about the world coming to an end today. It’s already tomorrow in Australia. Isn’t that fantastic? That we actually already have a guarantee of tomorrow, today! Now you have something to say when you meet a girl whose heart’s been broken and can’t breath, a young man who’s poured his all into a business now bankrupt, or a mother who’s grieving the death of her child; that there’s...

My dear, So what if you don’t like that posh and aristocratic movie that everyone’s talking about. So what if you don’t really like happy endings in all movies. So what if you’d rather see a realistic tragedy than a happy go-lucky fairytale. Most people don’t really like that. Just because it’s nice, and lovey-dovey, doesn’t mean that you have to like it too. Tell me one person who wouldn’t...