My dear, The innocent do not lose their innocence all at once. They are not tainted deliberately, straightforwardly, but in a round the bush manner, unconsciously. And the beautiful are not despised. They are not beaten or thrashed by the hands of man, but those of days compounded. The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time. And is there a greater enemy? Falsely yours, William Butler...

My dear, The lie is that our finest moments come from times when we’re relaxed and at peace of mind. The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for different ways or truer answers. …But we’ll only know such moments...

My dear, Do not rush about if you wish to be wise, slow down, think, act only on what’s truly important, leave the rest. A wise person decides slowly but abides by these decisions. Our society doesn’t take too kindly to people who decide too slowly though, or those who stick with one decision rigidly. The wise person therefore has to face lifelong belittlement of themselves and of their ideas. But I beg you, do not fall victim...

My dear, Who is worse shoed than the shoemaker’s wife? The shoemaker’s children. The shoemaker’s children go barefoot. The shoemaker, occupied with making shoes for the town’s feet forgets about the ones closest to him. The shoemaker, who puts ‘make my family shoes’ at the end of his to-do list forgets that he never quiet reaches the end. The shoemaker for want of providing for his family, forgets the...

My dear, Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it. And if such as flower can not only forgive that which has destroyed, but impart a sweet smell onto it, how can we as humans do any less than forgive minor transgressions perceived by us at the hands of our fellow man? Falsely yours, Samuel Langhorne...

My dear, Flowers are beautiful aren’t they? They stand there rooted firmly throughout all changes of summer’s weather, and they keep their fragile elegance. They’re the greatest deceivers, lying about their lack of hardships. Every flower has to go through a lot of dirt. Maybe we should pay attention to the flowers more. Maybe we should look closer at the beauty around us that we unfairly negatively judge and realize that...

My dear, One important key to success is self-confidence. An important key to self-confidence is preparation. And preparation doesn’t come from cramming. Preparation comes from a daily build up of skills acquired through daily practice. Preparation comes from a constant reassessing of oneself to make oneself better. Preparation comes from uncertainty in oneself faced every single moment of every single day for so long a time that it...

My dear, Home is the fortress that shelters you from the storms of the world. Home is the warm embrace of a space so well known to you. Home is the last refuge. Home is the realest imaginary friend you’ll ever have. Home is not confined to walls, or to geography, or to the motions of time; home is where the heart is. The invention of home was just as important as the invention of the wheel. In fact.. Home is an invention on which no...

My dear, Sorry to say but the secret doesn’t lie in forever wishing upon countless shooting stars. The secret lies in action. If you want something in your life you’ve never had, you’ll have to do something, you’ve never done. It’s simple science. The same actions give the same results. And different actions, better actions, give different results.. better results. Do what you’ve never done to get what...

My dear, A crisis is a heart shattering moment It’s a moment of holding the pieces together, and of self-reflection at a crossroads that requires you choose a path and abandon the other. It’s a spiritual emergency. A crisis is just the end of an illusion. It’s a doomsday of sorts, bringing forth death, and hopefully life (better, stronger life) after it concludes. Falsely yours, Gerald M....