Letter To Self

Written: January 18, 2021

I consider myself to be my own state, to be my own country. I have a code, a language, a culture that I care to preserve.  I have an effect on the world around me, and I intend to ensure that its nature gets cultivated, so that nature around me can produce more of itself.

My code begins with the truth that I am my own hero.

To be a hero is a self-appointed celebration of my own virtues. Every opportunity I get to embody my faith, my compassion, in progression, in attention, in support, in patience, in direction, in creativity, in peace, in resilience, in courage, in self-assurance, in the face of challenge, in the face of jealousy, in the face of violence, in the face of indecency, in the face of projection, in the face of inadequacy, in the face of incompetence, in the face of unprofessionalism, in the face of dishonesty, in the face of mockery, in the face of imitation, is in itself an exercise of my virtues. I was without a doubt, born to live and so to doubt myself in a single aspect or to allow anyone outside of myself to hold virtues that belong to my world, experience, or state of mind is to do myself an injustice according to the history of my life. My life has a single trajectory that no one else but I can follow.

I am the only one who knows where I came from and so I am the only one who knows where I am going. Anything & everything I see or think along the way corresponds to my virtues, knowledge, and awareness of my current internal environment. Anyone unaware of their own internal environment is an enemy of themselves and therefore an enemy to me. Anyone who does not trust themselves is someone I cannot trust.

My language is directly focused on intentional support and provisional accommodation, which means that help must be requested if needed, and the request for help must be met with language that investigates the range of the assistance needed. It is good to ensure that someone is more than prepared for the unforeseen.

My culture is an expected extension of mercy and peace, but not to anyone who perceives mercy and peace as a threat, or a tool with which one can entertain themselves. Ones own desire to retain their peace and not disturb yours is an embodied reflection of their virtue.

An embodied reflection of ones own virtue is the heart of creativity, production, reflection, and ingenuity that can transform into an invention that promotes the health and well being of the community, which also provides opportunities for someone else to improve on and develop (if there are any improvements to be made). This makes space for consistent production and a community willing to share one another's work in order to learn, adapt, create, and inspire one another. Through mercy, peace, cooperation, and inspiration we will create a brand new and connected world capable of learning from one another in an effort to learn ourselves much more deeply and to create art and invention that embodies that.

The word "enemy" identifies anyone who projects & externalizes the weaker elements of themselves onto other people in an effort to promote peace within themselves. 

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Dear Brokenness,

Thank you.

for sharing all of your pieces with me,

for appearing shattered and disjointed,

for scattering me to the wind,

Thank you,

for severing the bonds I thought I had with myself,

for the distance between me and my idea of whole,

for shifting me into unrecognizable figures,

Thank you,

for the space of emptiness left in your presence,

for the gap in my missing light,

for the void in my heart,

Thank you,

for the tears I've cried in the stillness of the night,

for the questions that returned no answer,

for the dizziness at the height of my desperation,

Thank you,

for the anxiety I feel at the threat of becoming undone,

for the grief I have when we lock eyes,

for the silence at my rage,

Thank you,

for reminding me of our incompatibility,

for reminding me of your lack of compassion,

for reminding me that there is no escape,

Thank you,

for being unable to fit,

for introducing me to division,

for suffocating the space I needed,

Thank you for refusing to be a home for me, because you know that there will never be a home for you.

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