Goodbye.
I’m disappointed you lack the courage to even see me. You think you’re doing your future wife a favor- in reality you’re doing her an immense disservice and insulting your feelings for each other by insinuating they’re so fragile they’d be gravely shaken by an hour in my presence.
So here is my final letter to you: the last of many drafts and the only one that will reach its addressee.
Today you’re returning the watch I purchased for you years ago in Florence. In exchange I restore to you the umbrella you so carelessly gave me the day we met- up to now the most precious item in my possession. In the words below I also leave you the only truths I know.
I really will always love you. You were my life for 8 years and you’re such a reference to who I am … but I’m moving on. It helped to realize that, in many ways, you’re the coward and child. I’m so accustomed to viewing you as the capable adult that I needed a decade to recognize your inexperience, timidity, and narrowmindedness. You’re also generous, intelligent, and well-intentioned- if you had no redeeming qualities, I would’ve given up on you long ago. Am I giving up now? I guess so. I can no longer fight to hold your hand, pull you to your feet, and show you all the glorious things in the world of which you willingly and consistently deprive yourself.
I do not doubt that you are happy. But I know you’re not free, and I’m sure you could be happier. You’re the rare sort of individual who reckons himself content in any circumstance- but in my eyes you’re also half-dead by now, and your spirit is couched in a self-created illusion of complacence.
I hope you someday reconcile your forgotten wishes with your reality. I pray you learn to live and not merely exist. My greatest desire is that you know every joy and beauty in the world- that your soul is one day no longer landlocked and trapped by imagined obligations. I want you to allow yourself some measure of genuine happiness. Happiness is not settling. It does not require you to deny or deceive yourself and others. Happiness is having the courage to pursue pipe dreams until they are no longer fictions- to chase bolts of blue, climb over walls others would deem dead ends, run until you run out of breath, refuse to concede. Happiness rests not in altering your desires to conform to your reality. It is attainable only when you shape your reality to the fantastic forms of your wildest dreams.
Have the audacity to question whether or not you’re truly happy. If the answer is ever anything short of yes, yes, yes, please have the strength to pursue what you really want. Whenever that happens- if ever that happens- you’ll know where to find me.
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Cheers to never using this tag again …
So here is my final letter to you: the last of many drafts and the only one that will reach its addressee.
Today you’re returning the watch I purchased for you years ago in Florence. In exchange I restore to you the umbrella you so carelessly gave me the day we met- up to now the most precious item in my possession. In the words below I also leave you the only truths I know.
I really will always love you. You were my life for 8 years and you’re such a reference to who I am … but I’m moving on. It helped to realize that, in many ways, you’re the coward and child. I’m so accustomed to viewing you as the capable adult that I needed a decade to recognize your inexperience, timidity, and narrowmindedness. You’re also generous, intelligent, and well-intentioned- if you had no redeeming qualities, I would’ve given up on you long ago. Am I giving up now? I guess so. I can no longer fight to hold your hand, pull you to your feet, and show you all the glorious things in the world of which you willingly and consistently deprive yourself.
I do not doubt that you are happy. But I know you’re not free, and I’m sure you could be happier. You’re the rare sort of individual who reckons himself content in any circumstance- but in my eyes you’re also half-dead by now, and your spirit is couched in a self-created illusion of complacence.
I hope you someday reconcile your forgotten wishes with your reality. I pray you learn to live and not merely exist. My greatest desire is that you know every joy and beauty in the world- that your soul is one day no longer landlocked and trapped by imagined obligations. I want you to allow yourself some measure of genuine happiness. Happiness is not settling. It does not require you to deny or deceive yourself and others. Happiness is having the courage to pursue pipe dreams until they are no longer fictions- to chase bolts of blue, climb over walls others would deem dead ends, run until you run out of breath, refuse to concede. Happiness rests not in altering your desires to conform to your reality. It is attainable only when you shape your reality to the fantastic forms of your wildest dreams.
Have the audacity to question whether or not you’re truly happy. If the answer is ever anything short of yes, yes, yes, please have the strength to pursue what you really want. Whenever that happens- if ever that happens- you’ll know where to find me.
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Cheers to never using this tag again …