Letter To Myself

Walking on the path to success.

Eat your meals properly. Savor it slow. Don’t devour it. Taste the salt. Sense the spice. Feel the food break into smaller pieces. Be patient. Mince it til it’s mush. Grind its brains and its juices. Let it caress the tongue. Let it sit before it runs down your throat. And before it becomes a hazard to your powerhouse. And before it poisons your soul. And before it guts you from the inside out. Be aware. It will enter and not exit. Unless it is not for you. It will exit, but not peacefully. Unfortunately. It will burst. And jab. And poke. And stab. But, it will begone. And you can then try again with better good that’s for you.

Listen to the old woman who ponders in silence. Embody her tone. Envision her drama. Anticipate her ending. She speaks light of her experiences. Yet, they are as heavy as stones. Listen. Really listen. Listen actively. To the words that used to strain her. To the words that still wound her. To the memoir that’s not written, but spoken. To her stories that bind her. To the history that lives in her. Listen. Truly listen. Listen intently. Her eyes hold the truth. Her invincible tears are there. Be silent. But, don’t you dare be distracted. For she will only tell her story once. And once she’s done telling her story. For she will begone soon. For her stories will disappear with her. For the wind will only know the truth. For the bugs will only know her story. For the rain will only know her pain. For she will remain silent, forever. So, listen.

Pay attention to the quiet ones. Observe their loud silence. Notice their sudden movements. Study their eyes. Where do they put their attention? Their energy? How do they escape amplification? Why do they care for stillness? For calmness? You are mistaken. If you believe they are not powerful. Silence is powerful. Sit with a stranger. Don’t talk. They will begin talking. They feel they need to talk. To kill Awkwardness. But the quiets ones. Remain quiet. And still. And gentle. And careful. For they are kind to Awkwardness. For they befriend Awkwardness. And so they are powerful. Because Silence is powerful. Awkwardness is powerful. Silences speaks for your ego. Be still. Be gentle. Be careful.

Write about happiness. I’ll let you decide. What it is you want to write. You will find what it is. I believe in you.