I wish you knew how much it means to me, to feel your eyes graze this text, slowly, gently. Your eyes are so important. If only this could have been left blank, but not empty. Sometimes I wonder, is there really a difference between saying too much and too little? I’m sorry: all I do is talk about myself. I mean, how are you? No — please — it’s really alright.
That’s why we’re here after all, isn’t it? To share.
I hope I’m not boring you. Well, that isn’t true. I think you must be pretty bored, weary, exhausted. Hopefully. You don't have to understand: it's okay to be uncomfortable. I know, I know. We are all just trying to do our best.
Just listen. I want you to at least pretend to care about what I have to say — just for a while. It's nothing important, but it's important that you pay attention. You can leave whenever, of course. But I will take notice. That's what I'm working towards. Taking notice. It's not as easy as it sounds. I'm not trying to be funny, but don't worry if you feel like laughing. Realise that seriousness is just another trick of authority. I guess what I am trying to say is, you need to make a choice. You can't have it all, you just can't.
Like no one else, I have seen the talent, the energy, the tenacity, the resourceful mind, and the simple goodness of heart that you possess. But this is about all of us.