My dear, People often say that motivation doesn’t last and thus we should forget it entirely. What?! Where’s the logic behind that? Does a full stomach last, or do you have to eat routinely? Does good health last, or do we have to exercise and move around daily? Does skill last, or do we have to fine-tune it every chance we get? People often say that motivation doesn’t last. Well, neither does bathing – that’s why we...

My dear, Even if you’re on the right track, you’ll get run over if you just sit there. Learn from the hare, just because you’re fast doesn’t mean that you should mockingly rest and give the turtles behind you time to catch-up and pass you. In fact, if you’re faster and on the right path, think of yourself as lucky and unworthy. How many people are there out there that aren’t blessed with your speed and your good...

My dear, We learn something every day, and lots of times it’s that what we learned the day before was wrong. See, life’s more of a process of elimination than of accumulation. You don’t become smarter by acquiring more knowledge, no, you become smarter by abadoning everything wrong you once thought right; slowly, piece by piece, one by one. Smart people rarely know what’s right, they just mostly know what’s...

My dear, You don’t really need to read this letter. You don’t need my guidance. You really don’t. You and I both know you know exactly what to do. You just hate the answer. You don’t need my advice. Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn’t. What you need is self-strength, and no one can give you that but yourself. Nobody. Falsely yours, Erica...

My dear, What good’s a man who can no longer find humor is his faults and shortcomings? What good’s a man who has chosen to have only two types of faces (serious and striking), and nothing else? What good’s a man who can’t throw pie on himself and dirty up his clothes at a moments notice? Nothing I tell you. Nothing! When a person can no longer laugh at himself, it is time for others to laugh at him. And let me tell...

My dear, There are many who, right before they do it, thoughts of mom and dad pop-up, they’ll be heartbroken afterall. And thoughts about the family gossiping and spreading vicious little lies around arrive with those thoughts of mom and dad. And not too far behind, thoughts of the neighbour’s kids singing haunting nursery rhymes about them show up too. There are many who dare not kill themselves for fear of what the neighbors...

My dear, All men cheat. Men who don’t cheat are simply men who have not found a way to cheat. All men lie. Men who don’t lie are men who know their lies won’t be believed. And all men think about themselves first, how could they not – it’s their own bodies and own minds they occupy right? And most true of all is that, All men are frauds. The only difference between them is that some admit it. I myself deny...

My dear, When I was a boy I was told that anybody could become President. Now I’m beginning to believe it. Frankly, I don’t know about you, but I don’t want a president that’s just like the people. I don’t want a President that’s done drugs, a President that hates school as much as most of us, or a President that doesn’t read and watches TV all day. I want a President that’s been faced with the...

My dear, The trouble with winning the approval of people you hate is that you’ve won the approval of people you hate. The trouble with not doing what you want for what you ‘must’ is that you didn’t do what you want. The trouble with the rat race is that even if you win, you’re still a rat. And the trouble with being yourself is that.. is that.. well, can’t find any trouble there. Falsely yours, Mary Jean...

My dear, Blessed is he who sees wine and sees crushed grapes. Blessed is he who hears fanfare and knows it shall not last. Blessed is he who faces obstacles and sees opportunities in disguise. Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed. And most especially, blessed is he who knows death, and loves life even more for it. Falsely yours, Alexander...