My dear, Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom. It’s the thought that pops up into your head telling you that maybe you’re not prepared enough. It’s the unease that makes your neck swirm when you look at a blank page and at generally anything blank that asks of you to do anything. No one in their right mind can work with all that freedom. So, I’ll tell you a little trick I do. I constrain myself. I tell myself that...

My dear, You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist. And do not ask for an outsider’s opinion. Their opinion on matters is just that, opinion. We’re each bias by just being. We each see the world through our life experiences. We each wear glasses of different sizes and shape and tinting; permanently glued to our vision. Think of the right and only way as an...

My dear, Forget about overthinking a situation so that you do the most good in it. Indefinite good judgement at first attempt is a myth. Good judgement comes from experience. Experience comes from bad judgement. Think of it as if you’re walking on a winding tightrope of a path blindfolded the entire way with your arms held far out. You could accidentally walk the tightrope perfectly the entire way turn by turn (and one of a billion...

My dear, If you think it’s easy being great, then good luck to you. If you think all you need is talent and genius, then good luck to you. I know it’s hard. I know it takes talent, and bravery, and grit, to be great. And none of those can be found in easy. No industry was ever created by a lazy entrepreneur. No great American novel was ever written in a day. No masterpiece was ever created by a lazy artist. … But hey, if...

My dear, I have spent my days in search of myself, and not money. I have spent my days feeding more my soul, and less my stomach. I may not have a mansion, I may not have abudance, but that was not the object. The object was to be happy in a world that’s impossibly filled with people who are not. The object was to keep the pieces of myself together in a world filled with hammer bearing people that seek joy in shattering. The object...

My dear, Progress might have been all right once, but it has gone on too long. Let’s go back to the good old days where we had to spend days in the library to search up something quickly. Let’s go back to the good old days where we had to travel from one state to the next in packs just to survive, and half of us died on the way there. Boy, those good old days sure were… good. Falsely yours, Frederic Ogden...

My dear, You can learn a lot about keeping a secret from the three wise monkeys. Three may keep a secret, if two of them are blind. Three may keep a secret, if two of them are deaf. Three may keep a secret, if two of them are mute. Three may keep a secret, if the secret’s either not seen, not heard, or not spoke. Ahhh, but with living creatures that’s an impossibility. Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead. …...

My dear, Youth is a wonderful thing. What a crime to waste it on children. And what a horror to waste it on adults…. Sometimes I think we all misuse youth and that no one could use it better than the next. Ahhh, then I see a kid in an office building on a bright sunny day and I start to doubt myself. Falsely yours, George Bernard...

My dear, A good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures. … For most things. The third best cure is that dance we do in the bedroom that we can’t really talk about but hint to. If those don’t work, call your doctor. Falsely...

My dear, I’ll chase you to the corners of the world. You reject me every time I approach, your words stab me, and that look you give me twists that knife even deeper. And you can’t possibly believe just how much this hurts, and just how many shattered pieces of myself I have to pick up after. But I’ll still chase you. To the ends of the earth. To the ends of time. See… You can get addicted to a certain kind of...