How unexpected to get a letter from you after all these years. I thought you had forgotten about me.
It sounds like you’re going through a pretty rough time and having to deal with situations that you feel like you can’t handle – But if anyone is equipped to deal with these things, it’s you. I promise that things get better. Hang in there. Be strong.
I’m so sorry for your loss. I was talking to a girl the other day who told me of an incident that happened at her high school.
There was a boy. Bullied. Tormented. To the point of opening fire on their cafeteria. He was quiet and awkward. No one ever spoke to him unless it was to insult him.
He took the lives of many people. The girl told me that no one ever extended a hand in friendship to this poor child. She hadn’t. She said how she wished that she hadn’t turned a blind eye to what he was going through. She thinks to herself, how differently things could have been through just one connection. No matter how great or small.
She lives where I live now. A place where there is no violence. Everyone treats others with kindness, love and respect. If you can imagine such a place, I challenge you to do so. Think on it.
As for the question that you are asking yourself and others: Don’t concern yourself with death. Immerse yourself in life. Enjoy every moment that you’re allowed to but keep asking questions. My dear friend. Don’t ever stop asking questions.
Also, bear no malice for the ones who leave you. The only regret they feel now is the regret of not being able to tell you how they really feel. They wish that they could say goodbye to the ones they left behind. But sometimes that’s not possible. Even in perfect happiness – Even in nirvana – They will always have this regret.
A boy recently came to live down the street from me. He’s had a tough life, but things are better for him now. He plays the piano like your friend. I often hear his music wafting from an open window, where a small yellow bird sits. Sometimes I cry when I hear it. But mostly I smile.
He found a dog who likes to sing along. He takes good care of the dog. When we talk, he tells me of a person he knew from where he used to live. Someone very special who means more than anything to him. A person that reminds me of you.
I apologize for not being there for you before. And I’m not sure that I’ll be able to write you again. Just know that there’s someone out there thinking about you. Someone who has a vested interest in your success. How I wish I had had the opportunity to meet you. Maintain in your heart all that makes you who you are. You are a good man.
Your Pen Pal,
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