Many moons ago Frank Ocean wrote a letter to himself, one that was simple, significant and best of all still relevant. I had shared this four years ago, perhaps it was close to my heart and although years have gone by, if you read you’ll get it.
You learn that life moves on, time heals all, you’ll meet good people and bad people, unhappiness is temporary, nothing lasts forever, work is work, worrying is temporary, the bad days fade, perhaps you’ll come across worse or the worst might have passed, if the next comes it will also pass, relationships change, logic is often reasonable, people change, what was five years ago may not be today and that’s okay, you’ll feel happy, what you thought was grand becomes insignificant in time or perhaps it grows greater, unexpected things happen, the past shapes you but the future is what makes you.
Always trust your first instinct, be kind, loyalty is sweet, don’t accept s***, be vocal and stand up for what you believe in even if the world is against you, learn what lines to cross and carry your self with the highest and utmost respect. Don’t start drama and say you hate drama, practice what you preach, and just know that “it is during the worst times of your life that you will get to see the true colours of the people who say they care for you”* – ain’t that the truth?
Listen, absorb, mental note, truth
*** “There was no greater natural advantage in life than having an enemy overestimate your faults, unless it was to have a friend underestimate your virtues.” ***
― Mario Puzo
Oh but it is. The concept of the idea of ‘enough’ could be argued for centuries. There are individual limitations that exhaust how much one can take, tolerate, and/ or accept.
You can never love enough, you can never be too passionate, too kind, too polite, respectful, and considerate. Those qualities have no line for enough. Run skies and oceans with them. But I warn you, often you need to tip toe around who you grant the too much to, it’s the question of who deserves it most.
Tell me, how many times does a kid need to be slapped to learn a lesson? A good child wouldn’t need it once, a cheeky one would perhaps require it once or twice but a bad kid deserves the third. By no means this is promoting child abuse, just take it as a metaphor.
As I recall, I know you love to show off
But I never thought you would take it this far
What do I know, flashing lights