A Letter to My Friend

It's a beautiful day and I love you.

My Friend,

Have you ever noticed that when it's sunny, but the air is cool, we praise the sun and bask in its brilliance? But when it's just as sunny, but the air is hot, we bemoan the sun and fight against its light? The sun is the same but our experience shifts. Our experience often becomes our reality when we follow its lead.

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I have a confession. I have felt hurt by you, but I'm realizing that you have done nothing to cause hurt.

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Have you ever had the experience of saying, "hello," to someone, but not getting a, "hello," in return? On the days when I'm content and full of purpose, I tend to brush it off, but on the days when I'm striving but seeing little progress, I tend to get offended.

Kindness and love are meant to be gifts. Gifts are meant to be given with no expectation in return. When we expect delight, gratitude, or a "gift" in return, was it really a gift? Or was it an investment -- something given with hope of a return? Or was it more of a payment -- something given with the expectation of a specific return?

When I offer someone a, "hello," I think I do intend to be kind and extend love, but often, I am also longing for connection or for kindness to be extended to me as well.

I long for you to come to see and understand how loved you are. I long for you to welcome love and embrace it and be carried by it.

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I see how much you're hurting and how bleak your life tends to feel. No, I'm not worried about you. I am not anxious or stressed. I just care about you and want the best for you because I see how wonderful you are simply because you are you.

I hate that you don't see how lovely and beautiful you are. I hate that you don't see that you're strong and that you're safe.

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I believe in you and will be here for you no matter the heights you reach or the valleys you crash into.

I recently heard the quote, “When someone falls in love with your flowers and not your roots, they don’t know what to do when winter comes”.

Though at first, I was attracted to your flowers, I have come to love your roots.

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Is it true that the more open we are to love, the more of it we can receive? That would mean that the less open we are to love, the less we will receive of it.

Why are so many people wanting to be loved, but are not yet open to receive it?

Do you want to be loved? Will you allow yourself to be loved?

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Have you noticed that sadness is like a kite? It is vulnerability that has not yet taken flight, but knows it's meant to fly. Joy is vulnerability that has found it's wind.

To be sad and to be filled with joy, our hearts must be open. I know your heart is open. Otherwise, you wouldn't have the capacity to be so miserable.

Will you let yourself be swept away by the winds of those who love you and begin to soar?

Perhaps you're too afraid of heights, which really is the fear of falling flat. What if I said I'd be there to pick you up?

Perhaps you're too focused on being the wind in other people's sails. What if I told you that wind is limitless and that it will never run out?

Perhaps you're afraid that you're too overcome with holes and so threadbare that you cannot endure the wind. What if I told you that you're stronger than you know and that we all get holes, but we can also have them repaired?

Perhaps you don't think you're worthy to be lifted up. No. That makes no sense. A kite is meant to fly. And you are the most astounding of kites.

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I know your reality feels wretched, but I'm telling you, when you catch the wind, you'll find that the air is cool and the sun is bright.

Life will always be hard, but it's a beautiful day.

I love you. I long for nothing in return.

One day, I hope to fly together, but until then…

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It's a beautiful day and I love you.

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