An open letter to Dreamers
To those of you who have been called too much and too little,
I am sorry.
I do not know at what stage of life you have happened upon this letter if you are as young and frustrated as me or as old and frustrated and I aspire to come. Regardless of who you are or what you have done, this letter is yours.
My friends, I will be honest because it is likely that no one else will be, and if all of you have made it this far, you deserve the truth.
You may have realized by now that the world is full of hypocrites. People that will exploit you, lie to you, and otherwise try to discourage you. Those of you who who think too much will be told to think less, those of you who know too much will be asked to lie, and those of you who cannot help but questions will be forced to abandon your queries without ever being treated to their answers.
First and foremost, I am sorry. I know that it can be quite lonely, triggering despair in even the hardiest of you to be rejected or passively ignored time after time, but I want you to know that you aren’t alone.
Now for the gritty part.
You have a choice. No matter how you were born, whether you were given a mind too brilliant for most to understand or too lovely to be called “less”, you have a choice. You can find the quickest and most efficient way to make it stop, or you can live. I will level with you, the first one is going to be infinitely easier. Whether through drugs, sex, food, alcohol, or the effects of the compounded regret and guilt upon your body, you will die alone and misunderstood. You may be able to achieve death quicker this way than if you let nature run her course, but your legacy will be the misery that you wasted the unconventional and precious gifts God gave you.
The truth is, there is no escape from this except in God. You will be tired and disoriented, and you will have to keep going. Whether it is only for a short time before you can sufficiently sell your soul and forget, or whether it is for the rest of you natural born life, you have a high stakes decision to make and you should know that it is a contract.
If you choose to live, it will not be easy. This is not the last time you will have this conversation. You will fail but you will grow, and it may be a long time til you find anyone who even remotely understands. They will bully you, and belittle you, and find unexpectedly creative means to attack your soul.
For those of us who see the stakes, living means you must be bold. I am not talking about climbing Mt. Everest in a day, but you have to start somewhere. Get out of bed. Dare to eat and eat well. Challenge the Devil to a bet and even if you aren’t certain you will win, do something. You have to believe that the mustard seed of faith in yourself will grow into a little more than it was yesterday. Eventually, you will be able to be bolder because you will have seen it grow (quicker than you expected, I might add). There will be a day that others will be struggling and you will be able to understand them. And after you demonstrate that you understand, you may be able to help.
There are people in this world that will come after you, and if you accept defeat now, who will guide them? There are people already living that need your light. There are those who will be the beneficiaries of all the thinking, “extra” questions, and knowledge you are accumulating, and as of now not even a sane person would dare to dream of the greatness you will become. There have been great creators throughout all of history, and surely a handful of them discovered that it was worth it before they died. Even if you don’t reach that privilege, you must try.
If you are young, then you must not belittle your gifts of awareness, they are rare. If you are old, then can’t you see we desperately need people to look up to? We don’t expect you to be perfect, we will love each other for our brokennesses.
In the meantime, between now and the day that you sign on that celestial dotted line, don’t you long to know what it feels like to be brave? The voice of the truth inside you that screams “This could be better! Is anyone even listening?” is right. What would he say if you passed the mic?
For the love of God, be brave. Do you have anything of worth left to lose?
Because my dears, if you can’t live and live boldly, who the hell will?
Much love now and always,