i haven't done one of these in a long while...
Tonight those old familiar feelings returned. It was almost a relief to feel the warm wetness fall from my face. The ambiguous sadness was like an old friend. The soft guitar and harmonious vocals brought me back to the dark nights in the cold kitchen on College Hill, where I was sure no one understood.
And then there it was: The most beautiful collection of prose I could ever own, more than I could ever ask for. Thank you for them and thank you for being you.
" You've taught me that sometimes winning doesn't feel any better and I've learned that sometimes nothing feels any better. Maybe it feels like growing up, but so many grown-ups haven't grasped it like you: You've outgrown your need for reputation, no one controls you now and you have nothing to prove. Yet, still this lack of need doesn't stop your tireless work. If I can teach you anything, here it is laid out: You can't count everything and you can't rate anything. There are no comparisons to be made and no grades to be given. Because, it never was about that anyway, was it?"
And then there it was: The most beautiful collection of prose I could ever own, more than I could ever ask for. Thank you for them and thank you for being you.
" You've taught me that sometimes winning doesn't feel any better and I've learned that sometimes nothing feels any better. Maybe it feels like growing up, but so many grown-ups haven't grasped it like you: You've outgrown your need for reputation, no one controls you now and you have nothing to prove. Yet, still this lack of need doesn't stop your tireless work. If I can teach you anything, here it is laid out: You can't count everything and you can't rate anything. There are no comparisons to be made and no grades to be given. Because, it never was about that anyway, was it?"