RISK EVERYTHING FEAR NOTHING


Dear someone watching from the shadows,
The policy is honesty and nothing is censored. The world is not made of atoms. It is made of stories.
These are some of mine.
I was born in China, grew up in a small country town, spent my next decade in the most isolated city in the world. I am now 3000 miles away, embarking on my next chapter. The air smells verdant and pure, I am surrounded by nature in bloom, and beautiful people who hold such exquisite stories.
I want to go everywhere, meet everyone, and do everything. I will.
Love, someone at the other end.


Hit Counter


BUCKET LIST  UNSENT LETTERS  FACEBOOK  

Ask me anything

2nd August 2010

 ()

The person going through the hardest time

Dear you,

We sat shoulder to shoulder the other night, and we watched the nothingness through the dark, in such a rural place you will be surprised at the clarity of the stars. There was the hum of crickets and we sat on rocks, our feet light on fragile stone, I wondered what you were thinking about.  There is something about being outside that just makes everything a little easier; this is a common realization, though; that’s not why I’m writing this.

We talked about the last year and how things changed and when things changed. You asked me if I was happy or sad. I told you I didn’t know. What a stupid thing to not even know about yourself. I pulled my long hair in a ponytail, and I asked you the same question. You said you were neither. I decided that was okay, and took a breath of star filled air. Things are changing, slowly, and so it’s okay, it’s okay if we lose track of ourselves. The dust will settle, and things will shift, and then the dust will settle. So it’s okay if you are neither happy nor sad.

No. I’ve changed my mind.

These are all the tears you’ve ever shed. The ones that taught you who you are. That made you grow up. That let you know that what you felt, mattered. And they are all here for a reason.
No storm is so bad that you can’t learn something from it. You can grow in a storm. You can thrive. Rain cleans the air.
You have sadness and too much of it. There’s no chemo for that except time
You think you’re waiting for help. For someone to tell you what the right thing to do is. Even though, at the back of your mind, you already know what that is. So all you’re really waiting for, is a time when you are forced to do it.

If nothing else, one day you will look someone straight in the eyes and say “But I lived through it. And it made me who I am today”. It does not count if you believe in yourself when it’s easy to believe in yourself. It does not count if you believe the world can be a better place when the future looks bright. It does not count if you think you’re going to make it when the finish line is right in front of you. It counts when it’s hard to believe in yourself, when it looks like the world’s going to end and you’ve still got a long way to go. That’s when it counts. That’s when it fucking matters the most.
You deserve the world. Unfortunately, you don’t ever get what you deserve. You get what you think you deserve.

I love you more than these words can explain, and more than these other people can comprehend. You are beautiful beyond description, and I am still here every step of your journey to health. You will never lose yourself so much that I won’t find you, and remind you of who you really are. I don’t care if this sounds corny or cliche, because cliches are usually true, and truth is all that really matters.

I’ve told you before, and I’ll say it again – time heals everything. Give time time.
This too shall pass.

Love truely,
Your
     

  1. fiascoreality reblogged this from riskeverythingfearnothing
  2. nahemacherry reblogged this from riskeverythingfearnothing
  3. riskeverythingfearnothing posted this