I have a confession I must share with you. You rant and rave about this and that, hoping that someone will give a crap.
Guess what? I do.
There is another secret I’ve kept from you. When you are ugly and hurtful and could care less about others … I still care for you.
If you drink or smoke, do drugs, sell dope, I still care for you.
Because I am connected to you.
We are individual it’s true. But when you are in that place of love in you, and I am in that place of love in me, we are one; here on earth in outer space, as we travel around our sun.
I know I have my own flaws, faults and problems, I really do. But that’s what makes me just like you.
I write these words every day because I want to help you grow. It doesn’t discount the fact that it’s also what I need to know.
Do these “Letters” help? I really don’t know. I hope with every essence of my being that it is so. But if they don’t, I’ll write them anyway. I’ll continue in hopes that I make sense to maybe one of you a day.
My message: I care.
The truth: You are so significant and valuable simply because you exist.
The hope: That you will not waste one more moment of your life not really living.
The faith: That you will perceive more deeply the conscious being that you already are.
Your essence is the real you and it’s brighter than the brightest star. No matter who YOU are.
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