Letter

To the brave souls who find the will to wake up every morning in a world full of hate, secrecy, and darkness:

My brothers and sisters, in this life there are so may things to run to when the road gets rough. When your frailty looms in front of you and there are still trials and conflicts to conquer where do you go? Do you run to your God? Your drugs? Your work? Your friends? Your drink? Your bed?

We all fail. Our history paints the ineptness of our race clearly. Falling is inevitable, but may we fall on something sound. If our refuge becomes our oppression then we are in a worse state than we thought. Test these thing that pull you into their arms of temporary relief.

I long to see your face shine with a real lasting joy. Walk in wisdom & peace, friends.