My dear, A life without the perfect answers, without the perfect car, the perfect house, the perfect job is still, you know, a life. Don’t let this society brainwash you think that’s it’s anything less than just that. Don’t let this society focused on extraordinary take away the grandness of ordinary days like today. Don’t be brainwashed into thinking that a day without sunshine is like, you know,...

My dear, Have you seen the streets? Heard the news? Lived in the homes? Experienced the businesses? Talked to the people? ..Why are you so content then? Open your eyes, look again, look closer, pay attention this time. Falsely yours, A....

My dear, You will collapse. Your knees will bend and touch ground and never rise again. Your body will be too weak and tired and confused to even know that you have to get up; that you have a clock counting down the seconds and that if you don’t get up quickly this round will be your last, a knockout. You will be fallen by anything. Falsely yours, Malcolm...

My dear, Love… For it we are giver and taker, robber and victim, desirer and desiree. We are the beings who thirst while holding water within our hands. For love, we are fools, in the most wonderful way. Falsely yours, Henry Valentine...

My dear, Most people do not live the day, they survive it. The passing seconds become low voiced chants for mercy on their lips as they hungrily count them down. The hours become bell tolls for how long they just have to last today. The past days become red checkmarks on a monthly changing calendar. And the years become, well, lost in it all. Falsely yours, Oscar...

My dear, Someone asked me the other day if men get equally objectified as women do. I practically laughed for ten minutes straight. Of course they do! This is the way evolution has made us. Men judge women and look for the best ones to bear their children, and women judge men and look for the best ones to support them while they bear their children. This stuff is in our makeup. It’s hardwired. But a few of us beat our wiring from...

My dear, Don’t stand back and let everyone else get first pickings at your dreams. Be headstrong, be bold, be aggressive. One thing life’s taught me is that when it comes to happiness you’ve got to take it. You’ve got to grab it aggressively and hold it possessively, like the last cookie in the jar. Sure others want it too, but ask yourself do you want to be happy or do you want to watch someone else be...

My dear, It expresses that which, within us, roars and rumbles. It is the beast within us, which cannot be named, cannot be tamed, and which overtime overtakes us like an oncoming train (whether we like it or not). Falsely yours, Victor-Marie...

My dear, If you ever get rich, like mega-rich, will you remember me (see, I’m here with the little people)? If you ever fly, will you remember how to walk (how to crawl smaller than yourself)? Falsely yours, Andrea...

My dear, Thinking about what they could do if they just had a little more, thinking about what they could stop doing if they just had a little more, and thinking about, and thinking about, and thinking about… always about money. How about we voyage to the middle of the two extremes and see how life there turns out for us? Falsely yours, Aaron...