Dear Young Person, (of any age!)
Hello, to you on the school bus, trying to find a seat alone to think your thoughts and dream your dreams. To you who had a rough right, no sleep, unsure how to get through this new day. Take a look at your fingertips, examine the whorls and swirls of your prints and embrace what makes you the only you. No one can laugh your laugh, smile your smile, sing your song.
Dear one, you matter.
The future might look like a mountain whose summit hides in the clouds, impossible to reach; or, it might look like a map all planned out for you with no way to change course. No matter who or where you are, believe in possibility and dreams. At every turn, the chances might dwindle or increase, but strive to always offer your best to the world. Don’t let anyone try to take your hopes away.
Now, take hold of this and write it on your heart: you are special, just like everyone else. It’s good and right and noble to be you and not a copy of the crowd, but remember that all the others trod the path just wanting to be loved too. Their smiles, their fears, their gifts, their truths matter. May you try and fail and try and fail and try again. But do it all without crushing others to succeed.
You won’t always win, but you can always be kind.
Dear you, so much goes wrong, but so much can go right. Each moment offers choices. Look beyond what you can’t control and focus on what you can give.
From one who chooses to believe the best in you,
Take Care
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