Dear 16 year-old-me,
You haven’t changed your hairstyle in 12 years – it’s merely varied in length between Alanis and Mermaid. What a triumph that awaits you.
What I share with you here is merely a collection of thoughts, values and ideas I have contemplated enough to mention at the very fresh age of 26. I know nothing, but you know less. I still find the state of existence to be a calamity of absurdity, beauty, mystery and constant wonderment. It is a house that bears home to a myriad of ironies, truths, fears and hopes. Some days the house feels as though someone has left the lights on so I could find my way around without any trouble. Other days I find myself stumbling through the darkened halls searching for the switch. In any state I find the house of existence, I can say most assuredly I have suffered and learned in equal measure only in my interactions with people. People will break you, lift you, leave you, give you hope, make you laugh, bend your rules, surprise you, lie to you, forgive you, obsess over you, forget about your birthday, inspire you, confuse you, anger you and calm you down: and living all of this makes you better. You need people, don’t make the mistake of thinking you don’t.