Dear Life,
Things are clearing. You have been uncertain, harsh, kind and benevolent all at the same time. How you manage to achieve such impossible feats is a thought that shall never cease to plague me. But, through all these uncertainties and situations you have always sprinkled essential wisdom that I consequently reflect on. You have been a good teacher. You have taught me that no matter what, the world is a beautiful place, it's always my vision that clouds the beauty. You have also taught me, that I am and will always be an eight year old within.
Everybody has a little child within them, that they fervently battle to protect and conceal. They mask him and cloister him by learning skills and aptitudes to deal with the world that threatens to overwhelm him. Therefore, developing a secondary insecure outer covering of one self. When we meet people, it is this veneer we encounter, and it is the same veneer that suffocates 'meetings' and every day dealings. But, when the armor is broken, and the child is exposed, the real meaning of human contact is revealed. It's an intangible thing. And, it's a funny paradox that the child reveals itself only in the most wretched bouts of human suffering.
I write this as an opportunity to thank you for premature wisdom, words I promise to treasure and sprinkle when need be.
Yours Faithfully
Things are clearing. You have been uncertain, harsh, kind and benevolent all at the same time. How you manage to achieve such impossible feats is a thought that shall never cease to plague me. But, through all these uncertainties and situations you have always sprinkled essential wisdom that I consequently reflect on. You have been a good teacher. You have taught me that no matter what, the world is a beautiful place, it's always my vision that clouds the beauty. You have also taught me, that I am and will always be an eight year old within.
Everybody has a little child within them, that they fervently battle to protect and conceal. They mask him and cloister him by learning skills and aptitudes to deal with the world that threatens to overwhelm him. Therefore, developing a secondary insecure outer covering of one self. When we meet people, it is this veneer we encounter, and it is the same veneer that suffocates 'meetings' and every day dealings. But, when the armor is broken, and the child is exposed, the real meaning of human contact is revealed. It's an intangible thing. And, it's a funny paradox that the child reveals itself only in the most wretched bouts of human suffering.
I write this as an opportunity to thank you for premature wisdom, words I promise to treasure and sprinkle when need be.
Yours Faithfully
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