My dear, Never regret anything. Never regret your lifestyle. Never regret your friends. Never regret your possessions. Never regret your actions. And never regret your deeds. Falsely yours, A....

My dear, One needs a set of skills to live, a set of skills to maneuver through the world as it is; a set of skills called common sense. Sometimes you find it in people, sometimes you don’t. It’s found in a rare few. Makes one want to call it rare sense does it not? Falsely yours, A....

My dear, You’ll regret the decisions later, finding them to be too senile and mad. And you’ll regret the promises, finding that you, in fact, promised more than you could deliver. You’ll regret doing either, so don’t. Falsely yours, A....

My dear, Why do you worry? Don’t you realize that it will get you nowhere? There you sit worrying about tomorrow. But don’t you realize that today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday? And tomorrow I’ll end up repeating myself to you. And still, here we sit. With none of our worries coming to fruition. Falsely yours, A....

My dear, I’m old, I’ve come to live with that fact. But I still wonder as to where the hell all the time went. When the hell did I get too old to pursue my childhood dreams? When the hell did I get too old to follow any dream? Where the hell did the time go? I wish it would return. I would have done things differently. I would have ignored a lot more people. Said no more often. Loved more passionately. Lived much more loosely....

My dear, Many may misquote and alter what I have said. But they shall never do so upon my silence. They misinterpret my silence because they are unsure as to why I am quiet, and mistakenly foresee ulterior motives. But, in the end, they are helpless. For my wordlessness gives them no fuel to light their fires. Falsely yours, A....