My dear, Take your blood money, and take your misery that comes with it; I’d rather be poor and happy than rich and miserable. I’d rather do what I love for an audience of ten people, than sell myself out for a stadium. I’d rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not. If I’m hated for who I am, that one person that says “I love you” will truly love me. It would take a trillion people saying...

My dear, Tell me, who’s ever told the complete truth and lived to see people actually listen? There are only two ways of telling the complete truth – anonymously and posthumously. Anonymously is best because people will have nobody to direct their anger towards, for believe me, they’ll be angry, in this world people show up at your door with pitchforks when you speak out-loud what’s on everyone’s mind....

My dear, To teach a pig to think you’ll have to get down on your knees and get in the mud. You’ll have to wrestle with it, and quiet it’s squealing long enough for it to (maybe) listen. You’ll have to say the same thing over and over and over again and each time slower than the first, just to make sure it’s got the point (it hasn’t). And after all that, you’ll reach a point where you realize that...

My dear, She who looks with eyes likes telescopes and binoculars sees the world, but she fails to look at anything closer, and never learns about these telescopes and binoculars of hers. She’ll know the world, but she’ll never know about the eyes she sees the world through. I would advice that every now and then, she put the binoculars down and close her eyes, so that her sight is directed inward. So that once she goes back to...

My dear, Computers can give you pie to the hundreth decimal place. Computers can calculate how many times you breath per second per minute per hour per day per month per year, in a second. Computers can find you the best directions to a certain place in a certain amount of time. Computers can keep time for you, time and time again. But still… Computers are useless. They can only give you answers. Now a computer that asks questions...

My dear, “Tomorrow, I’ll work out.” “I’ll write tomorrow.” “I’ll finally get back to drawing again tomorrow.” “I’ll start practicing tomorrow.” “Tomorrow, I’ll put my all into it.” “I’ll get to that tomorrow.” Tomorrow is often the busiest day of the week. Today’s often not. Falsely...

My dear, Eighty percent of success is showing up. Showing up for the learning, showing up for the hard-work, showing up for the pain, showing up for the endurance, showing up with patience, showing up with grit, showing up for the roller-coaster of emotions and surviving, and showing up for the eventual triumph at the end of it all. And showing up is never easy. In fact, to put things in perspectives, I didn’t want to write today....

My dear, I hate the tooth fairy. The tooth fairy teaches children that they can sell body parts for money. That money comes as easy as loosing a tooth and placing it under a pillow. That intruders in the house at night shouldn’t be hunted, but welcomed with such ease that open eyes aren’t even necessary. And most horrific of all, that somehow magical-freaking-beings still use money too! Falsely yours, David...

My dear, The greatest obstacle to discovery is not ignorance; it is the illusion of knowledge. That’s why the discoverer is always a child at mind. Someone who’s always astounded with the world and it’s workings. Someone who sees themselves as infinitely uneducated in an infinite world that’s waiting to teach them infinite things. The most knowledgeable people have always been those who know themselves to be...

My dear, Sometimes I ponder whether or not being liked and admired in a mediocre world means what we think it means. Doesn’t a mediocre world champion the most mediocre people it has? Wouldn’t a truly triumphant person be hated in a mediocre world? And if a truly victorious person is hated in such a world, what does that say about those who are praised and called successful by it? Sometimes I worry about being a success in a...