My dear, George Orwell didn’t write Nineteen Eighty-Four so that our leaders would take notes and rule the world. Orwell didn’t write it so that they could become the laziest and most unoriginal dictators in the world. He wrote it so that people like me and you could recognize when our leaders were getting out of hand with their schemes. He wrote it so that we, the apathetic citizens, could take action and start a revolution...

My dear, Life is like photography. You use the negative to develop. Life is like photography, and it doesn’t matter whether you started out with a film camera, or digital, or toy; all that matters is how good the pictures you take are. Life is like photography, it’s an art, there are no set rules, and it’s all about having the correct viewpoint at the correct time… most of time. Falsely yours, A....

My dear, Stop asking your parents for permission to go join that risky and rebellious band that they see no prospects arising from, they won’t give it to you, just join it. Stop asking your bosses for permission to implement that new strategy that you know will bring in hundreds of new customers, they won’t give it to you, just take matters into your own hands. And stop asking your friends to leave you alone for just a bit so...

My dear, I liken the modern college education to the snake in the Garden of Eden, a soothing slithering sort of thing that whispers to the listener that once they consume what it has to offer they have eternal knowledge and don’t need to learn and educate themselves further anymore. This is of course wrong. Many men with degrees have found themselves to be dumb and ignorant after college, and they’ve found themselves especially...

My dear, Who said nights are for sleeping? I use my nights to get extra work done. I use my nights to overlap you. Trust me, this whole life thing, it’s a race – and I’m winning. Who said nights are for sleeping? I use my nights to get extra fun done. I use my nights to overfun you. Trust me, this whole life thing, it’s a party – and I’m celebrating. Who said nights are for sleeping? Falsely yours, A....

My dear, Don’t just put it off a little bit longer, do it now. (Even if that little bit longer is just a few minutes, and what you’re trying to do is wake up.) Don’t take care of it tomorrow, if you’re passionate now, do it now. (Even if you have a schedule to keep, or need to sleep – take care of it now.) There’s no next time. It’s now or never. Do it now, because if you don’t, you’ll...

My dear, Want to be an actor? Then be an actor, don’t be an actor on the side. Want to be an entrepreneur? Then be an entrepreneur, don’t be an entrepreneur at night with a day job. Want to a writer? Then be a writer. Don’t be a writer in the morning, and a barista in the afternoon. Live your dream, not your backup plan. Falsely yours, A....

My dear, Stand in awe at the girls with too many books to read and not enough time. Revere the boys who keep learning about everything when the world tells them to stick to something. Respect the girls who ask questions while everyone tell them to shut up. And admire the guys who’ve found that making things interests them more than talking, and talking about making things. …Praise the woman who’s forgotten to eat, not...

My dear, Is success in life related to how long you can go without screw-ups? No. Is it measured by the days you feel most energetic? Nope. Success in life is directly proportional to the number of awkward conversations you’re willing to have. Anyone can swim through the calm waters of a terrific conversations, but only the elite (or the crazy, hard to differentiate the two) look at the trashing oceans of an awkward conversation and jump...

My dear, Wow, being ‘grown-up’ is so much more, and yet so much less, than I thought it would be. I never realized just how many troubles and pains adults go through. Yet, I didn’t the see ecstasy of the joys coming by a long shot. I didn’t realize just how hard older people have to work. I also didn’t realize just how hard they could party too. Wow… When I was a kid, I wanted to be older… This shit...