Dear Jordan,
Our official time grows short as your birthday draws closer.
There’s so much I wanted to show you and tell you, so much that feels unfinished. It’s like I’m in college again, trying to cram information into a limited brain in even more limited time. Only, it’s not my head, and you don’t know the end of the year looms.
I’ve tried to write these letters as you are now. But sensing the end of our time, it feels as if more time passed than actually has. So, I’ll write you all the things I wish I’d known when I was facing hard decisions; in those times when life seems greyer, curiously with sharper edges.
First and always, doubt your doubts. You, as you are now, mistrust everything. Life started rough. And because of that, you expect people to be rough with you. You expect life, all of it, always, to be rough. Doubt that. Doubt that every day, every time you think it. Because you are worth being pursued as someone graceful and strong, some being fine and beautiful.
Doubt any doubt telling you otherwise. Because they are lies.
Fight to own your life. Because your life? It’s yours – the good, the bad, the rough, the all of it. You were given what you were given. But you can hold on to it… or you can not. Every day, you can choose to act, or not. You choose who to cling to, and who to disregard. Because you were given choice as part of this life you have. If you are faced with a choice, and one limits your life, makes you feel small – or makes you treat someone else as small, doubt that choice. Know this: even not acting is a choice.
Choose life.
Growing up sucks. It's hard. Anyone telling you otherwise lies, even if they think they’re granting a kindness. Living, maturing, being who you always could be hurts. The world fills to overflowing with people not brave enough to not deal with this fact. You can choose to be one of them. Or... you can choose not.
Good, worthy decisions challenge. They shave off fear from you. I wish it felt differently when it happens, but I promise it’s better afterwards. Do what scares you. Fear will be sacrificed, and life, beauty will bloom where darkness fractured.
Chase what draws you for no reason you can explain. Because in that place, all the really cool stuff happens. There, humans become noble creatures. There, souls glimpse a far, good country. There, is life.
Never, never, never, ever fear to run the worthy race.
Scarred, scared, sacred Jordan. Doubt. Choose. Chase.
This is my soul’s prayer for you, since the day we met, until we meet again, every day between, every day after:
Hope lead you. Peace haunt you. Love confound you.
Your friend Amber
Our official time grows short as your birthday draws closer.
There’s so much I wanted to show you and tell you, so much that feels unfinished. It’s like I’m in college again, trying to cram information into a limited brain in even more limited time. Only, it’s not my head, and you don’t know the end of the year looms.
I’ve tried to write these letters as you are now. But sensing the end of our time, it feels as if more time passed than actually has. So, I’ll write you all the things I wish I’d known when I was facing hard decisions; in those times when life seems greyer, curiously with sharper edges.
First and always, doubt your doubts. You, as you are now, mistrust everything. Life started rough. And because of that, you expect people to be rough with you. You expect life, all of it, always, to be rough. Doubt that. Doubt that every day, every time you think it. Because you are worth being pursued as someone graceful and strong, some being fine and beautiful.
Doubt any doubt telling you otherwise. Because they are lies.
Fight to own your life. Because your life? It’s yours – the good, the bad, the rough, the all of it. You were given what you were given. But you can hold on to it… or you can not. Every day, you can choose to act, or not. You choose who to cling to, and who to disregard. Because you were given choice as part of this life you have. If you are faced with a choice, and one limits your life, makes you feel small – or makes you treat someone else as small, doubt that choice. Know this: even not acting is a choice.
Choose life.
Growing up sucks. It's hard. Anyone telling you otherwise lies, even if they think they’re granting a kindness. Living, maturing, being who you always could be hurts. The world fills to overflowing with people not brave enough to not deal with this fact. You can choose to be one of them. Or... you can choose not.
Good, worthy decisions challenge. They shave off fear from you. I wish it felt differently when it happens, but I promise it’s better afterwards. Do what scares you. Fear will be sacrificed, and life, beauty will bloom where darkness fractured.
Chase what draws you for no reason you can explain. Because in that place, all the really cool stuff happens. There, humans become noble creatures. There, souls glimpse a far, good country. There, is life.
Never, never, never, ever fear to run the worthy race.
Scarred, scared, sacred Jordan. Doubt. Choose. Chase.
This is my soul’s prayer for you, since the day we met, until we meet again, every day between, every day after:
Hope lead you. Peace haunt you. Love confound you.
Your friend Amber
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