My dear, It seems that in everything you do people want to categorize you, to label you. You can’t just be a dancer; you must either be a ballet dancer, a contemporary dancer, a hip-hop dancer… a popper or a locker. You can’t just be a writer; you must either be a fiction writer, a non-fiction writer, a historical fiction writer, or a romance non-fiction writer. And you can’t just be a designer; you must either be a...

My dear, Isn’t it funny that the people who we (as the world) try to impress most are usually the people with the lowest self-esteem? Models, celebrities, actors and actresses, etc., etc., etc. Low self-esteem is apparent in bounds! But here we are, still trying to impress them. Why in the world should we care what people, who don’t even like themselves, think of us? Why must we live with this need to be recognized by people who...

My dear, A friend is someone who’ll understand why you can’t talk about some things. A friend is someone who’ll see the good in you… especially when you don’t see it in yourself. A friend is someone who’ll hope you grow, but if you don’t still remains your friend. A friend is someone who understands your past, believes in your future, and accepts you just the way you are. Falsely yours, A....

My dear, This is a hard battle we’re fighting! Life that is. Fight fire with fire! In order to change we must be sick and tired of being sick and tired. In order to be happy we must be frustrated with being frustrated. We’ve got to not take it anymore. We’ve got to stand up, and demand more, demand more. Demand change. Demand happiness. Demand a better life! Falsely yours, A....

My dear, Holding a grudge is letting someone live rent-free in your head. They don’t pay rent, clean the dishes, take out the trash, or do anything else to make your head-space better by being there. Do to them what any landlord does to an unruly tenant; KICK THEM OUT! Let go of the grudge. Falsely yours, A....

My dear, People cry, not because they’re weak. It’s because they’ve been strong for too long. I don’t count tears of weakness as crying, it’s just water leakage of the eyes. But tears that come from someone finally being open after remain strong for far longer than they were supposed to, those tears are TEARS. And those tears should be comforted for in them is not weakness, but unbelievable strength. Falsely...

My dear, When someone says “You’ve changed,” it simply means you’ve stopped living your life their way. Don’t take it as a negative, for usually they view you as standing at a level lower than you view yourself. You changing is good. Keep it up, especially in the face of opposition. Falsely yours, A....

My dear, Sometimes I imagine that the cure for cancer is written on a paper, traveling is someone’s back pocket. This person, unheard of, what’s credit for their discovery and they shall not reveal the cure until they do. And thus they do no good for the world. I have the same thoughts about all inventions that can help mankind. That thought being that credit is one of the highest reasonings as to why humanity cannot be...

My dear, I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. Hate multiplies hate, violence multiplies violence, and toughness multiplies toughness in a descending spiral...

My dear, To get something you never had, you have to do something you never did. Isn’t it crazy that so many of us do the same things over, and over, and over, and over again and except better results out of life? Isn’t it funny that we mock those who try things that have never been done by saying, “You’re stupid for doing that, that’s never been done, you’re going to fail.” I mean it’s no a...