|1971 New Jersey|
There was something that I wanted to tell her, but it came out all wrong.
debate with tenderness,
stand with conviction,
sit with grace,
and don’t listen to naysayers.
Some rules are made to be broken and most laws should be respected.
I'd have told her not to wait for inspiration. Work towards it, not from it.
Know thyself and allow for frequent updates.
Even if it wasn’t me, someone should’ve told her to try every hair color in the chart and then invent some more. The first beauty tip is always the right shoes.
Love and time are not served in equal measures.
Pain is indeed optional unless, of course, it’s physical. Perspective is mutable and constant. Check it regularly.
Reach for joy.
Jump for justice.
I want to tell her that she will fearlessly face the hallow caverns of herself. She will laugh alone to a point that borders on lunacy. She will in time conquer her demons, awaken from her nightmares, and she will prevail over the mean and petty.
I wish she had known then that she will be ready exactly when she believes herself to be ready.
Every dark empty night is followed by sun.
She did not know any of this.
And that is why I am here today.