S. Scott Fitzgerald actually said it best- “Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat”
They are good words to live by no matter who you are or where you are from- especially if you live with
A world on your shoulders. You were never meant to be Atlas- why do you pretend to be?
You reading this now, asking yourself who I am.
I wish I could tell you. I can’t really. It isn’t because I don’t want to, or won’t either, I really don’t have the ability to tell you exactly who I am.
Because not even I know exactly who I am, but I do know who you are.
I’ve been where you are, and have gone where you are going.
It wasn’t easy for me, and unfortunately it will not be for you- but I can say that you will make it.
The road ahead is going to be long and the mountains that you will climb arduous; But you’ll make it.
Think of yourself like a lily in a pond. You are weed by any right. You’re roots plunge into the depths of the water clearing it of toxins for those that live beneath, your broad leaves provide shade and sanctuary through even the hottest of summers- you are quick to adapt, and it seems no matter how many times you are cut down or pulled up, you come back- stronger than you ever were before.
See? I know you well. Better than you know yourself at this point.
It is a creepy thought, I know, having someone know you so intimately- and at the same time, isn’t it a relief?
I know, more often than naught, you feel alone. You are the only one in the middle of a mountain, and you have barely enough strength to lift your eyes to the heavens one last time in repence- But you aren’t- you have family, you should learn to lean on them.
In a way- you have me now too- letters, much like this one, will find their way to you through the digital maze of our online world- Some you will like- other’s you won’t. They won’t always be expected, or wanted, but they will always be absolutely truthful in every way. Sometimes- truth is the one thing we don’t get of enough in life-
Until then, I will always be Futuristically Yours,