Dear You,
Hi! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU. I wish you really are happy today because apart from the given fact that it's all what we strive for, you deserve it.
You're 21 now. I heard you were supposed to throw the first party you wanted for yourself. But now that you're 21, I expect you to be mature enough to understand that life doesn't pretty much go the way we want it. There will be alterations in the path we pave. There will be twists in the fate we already have imagined. There will be change in plans. There will become different new ways to live and survive this life. One day, ( God knows how soon) you'll be at your party. The party you've imagined to be filled with baby blues, cotton candy pinks, happy but shy yellows, and catchy chartreuse. Your life will be celebrated by your friends in one evening. You want that, right? Even just for a night, you wanna feel special to people who are, in turn, special to you. Worry not. In this lifetime, you can expect to feel that. You'll also get to play with Holi powder again. The finest of its kind. And you'll get to throw yourself wildly to The Royal Concept's We're On Our Way or to Kyle Andrew's Sushi.
It's been a difficult journey for you, I know. You'd been dipped underwater. You'd been tossed into a bed of thorns. You always had been thrown high up by peole who promised to catch you on your way back, only to see yourself broken when you've fallen. Buy hey, you survived them all. You've been cut to bits like a piece of cloth but you've always managed to stitch yourself back together. Be proud of yourself! I am.
Lately, I felt that you're extremely exhausted. You've been attempting to pause your breathing because it's starting to feel like the air you breathe is poison. And every breath you take, takes yourself away from you. You just wanna put your life on hold. Darling, you know that's not the way it works down here. You know you're gonna have to fight. Isn't that what you have been doing all your life?
Life is not the enemy here. There are enemies in life that are put out for you to knock down. It gets far too tiresome. Right. But that's only because the more you age, the higher the power given to your villains. How's that? Not that I'm trying to scare you because you've had that clue for a while now. The positive thing about it is that the higher the power given to villains, the higher the power given to the hero, too. To the heroine, if you prefer that. You see? Regardless of gender, you're given as high power as your villains have. You have experiences you can look back to in case you need something to trigger you to combat. You have loved ones who will support you; maybe not always in the way we want to but always in the way they're meant to.
You can't always think of your family and friends as drosophilas who'll hover around you, so much in their interest. So, perhaps, you can think of them as the positive energy that electrifies your nerves so that it causes you to spark... And then to sizzle... And then to BLAZE.
Now, that's inspiration! Life has got all that covered for you. Since the first of July in the year 1993, you are left to your own devices.
The question now is, why am I reminding you these? Why, out of the blue, I thought of engaging myself in what I can't decide to be a written dialogue or soliloquy? Well, first, because there's always this kid in you that will need guidance, enlightenment and empowerment. The baby in you that will long for comfort. The little damsel inside of you that will seek saving. Second, this world will get crazy and you'll one day grope for all of that and people you expect to provide all of that to you become locked up against a wall of itangibility. Who are you left with? Me.
We're all in this together. You. And me. Both of us. I haven't figured it all out yet but I'll do more than my best to be your light. Okay, go ahead and grumble at times but don't grow too impatient with life. You've been saying it a lot that you're hanging on by a thin, thin thread. But just keep on hanging on, please. Think of how God understands whatever it is you're going through.
If you die, I die too. So, you gotta fight. You gotta survive. You're gonna have to flourish. Million more generations will come after ours has gone extinct; we're not gonna be here to witness that. You've always narcissistically seen yourself as amazing. Almost each waking day you devote to being amazing. Might as well flourish so you'll be safe in the knowledge that the generations to come turn out to be forces to be reckoned with. Fabulous, maybe a lil rad, but yes, amazing like you.
Here's to never growing up, Julius! We'll get to party, soon. Happy birthday! Luv ya!
xoxo,
Yourself
Hi! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU. I wish you really are happy today because apart from the given fact that it's all what we strive for, you deserve it.
You're 21 now. I heard you were supposed to throw the first party you wanted for yourself. But now that you're 21, I expect you to be mature enough to understand that life doesn't pretty much go the way we want it. There will be alterations in the path we pave. There will be twists in the fate we already have imagined. There will be change in plans. There will become different new ways to live and survive this life. One day, ( God knows how soon) you'll be at your party. The party you've imagined to be filled with baby blues, cotton candy pinks, happy but shy yellows, and catchy chartreuse. Your life will be celebrated by your friends in one evening. You want that, right? Even just for a night, you wanna feel special to people who are, in turn, special to you. Worry not. In this lifetime, you can expect to feel that. You'll also get to play with Holi powder again. The finest of its kind. And you'll get to throw yourself wildly to The Royal Concept's We're On Our Way or to Kyle Andrew's Sushi.
It's been a difficult journey for you, I know. You'd been dipped underwater. You'd been tossed into a bed of thorns. You always had been thrown high up by peole who promised to catch you on your way back, only to see yourself broken when you've fallen. Buy hey, you survived them all. You've been cut to bits like a piece of cloth but you've always managed to stitch yourself back together. Be proud of yourself! I am.
Lately, I felt that you're extremely exhausted. You've been attempting to pause your breathing because it's starting to feel like the air you breathe is poison. And every breath you take, takes yourself away from you. You just wanna put your life on hold. Darling, you know that's not the way it works down here. You know you're gonna have to fight. Isn't that what you have been doing all your life?
Life is not the enemy here. There are enemies in life that are put out for you to knock down. It gets far too tiresome. Right. But that's only because the more you age, the higher the power given to your villains. How's that? Not that I'm trying to scare you because you've had that clue for a while now. The positive thing about it is that the higher the power given to villains, the higher the power given to the hero, too. To the heroine, if you prefer that. You see? Regardless of gender, you're given as high power as your villains have. You have experiences you can look back to in case you need something to trigger you to combat. You have loved ones who will support you; maybe not always in the way we want to but always in the way they're meant to.
You can't always think of your family and friends as drosophilas who'll hover around you, so much in their interest. So, perhaps, you can think of them as the positive energy that electrifies your nerves so that it causes you to spark... And then to sizzle... And then to BLAZE.
Now, that's inspiration! Life has got all that covered for you. Since the first of July in the year 1993, you are left to your own devices.
The question now is, why am I reminding you these? Why, out of the blue, I thought of engaging myself in what I can't decide to be a written dialogue or soliloquy? Well, first, because there's always this kid in you that will need guidance, enlightenment and empowerment. The baby in you that will long for comfort. The little damsel inside of you that will seek saving. Second, this world will get crazy and you'll one day grope for all of that and people you expect to provide all of that to you become locked up against a wall of itangibility. Who are you left with? Me.
We're all in this together. You. And me. Both of us. I haven't figured it all out yet but I'll do more than my best to be your light. Okay, go ahead and grumble at times but don't grow too impatient with life. You've been saying it a lot that you're hanging on by a thin, thin thread. But just keep on hanging on, please. Think of how God understands whatever it is you're going through.
If you die, I die too. So, you gotta fight. You gotta survive. You're gonna have to flourish. Million more generations will come after ours has gone extinct; we're not gonna be here to witness that. You've always narcissistically seen yourself as amazing. Almost each waking day you devote to being amazing. Might as well flourish so you'll be safe in the knowledge that the generations to come turn out to be forces to be reckoned with. Fabulous, maybe a lil rad, but yes, amazing like you.
Here's to never growing up, Julius! We'll get to party, soon. Happy birthday! Luv ya!
xoxo,
Yourself
