A Letter I Wrote to Myself || June 27, 2017

Promise me this, my brother.

No matter how your truth and understanding of self may evolve.

No matter where your work and life will take you.

No matter how committed you will find yourself to your passions or how occupied you'll become.

No matter how time may pass or how your focus may narrow.

No matter how love and your relationships may blind you or change you or become the foundation of your comfort…

That you will still, without hesitation, permit your childish self to shine through.

That you will do your best to go for magical experiences and find magical people that will make your life rich with the new and old.

That you will stay curious, creative, and strange in your own ways.

That you will travel the world and not be afraid to shy from routine or comfort.

That you will never lose your renaissance self or your authentic, small-town heart.

That you will enrich yourself with music. With creativity. With art. With culture. With literature. With philosophy, spirituality, and science.

That you will surround yourself with good people, and at that, people who make you uncomfortably comfortable with who you are and who you can become.

That you will give out of the open goodness of your heart, and not out of desire for return.

That you will take risks and concern yourself not with what others think of you or how you live your time here.

That you will make mistakes and above that, be willing and open to learn from them.

That you will stress not for the achievement of fame or fortune, but rather, for the achievement of a good life. A happy life.

One of impact and love and deep human connection.

That you will never be afraid to dance and sing like a fool or soak in the rain.

That you will capture moments, but live them better.

That you will appreciate each day as its own gift and stay grateful for the life you have, and not one you envy.

That you will remain playful.

That you will never be too high to cry. Or too low to laugh.

That you will write with blood and speak with heart.

That you will live this life best you can. And on your own terms.

That you will not fear death. But embrace it as a life set free.

And as one well-lived.

Promise me this, my brother.

And life will be more beautiful than you could ever imagine.

For you and for the ones you touch.

Stay kind. Stay humble. Stay foolish.

Yours forever,

-Emery

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