The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be
According to the results posted on Politico (as of December 11, 2016), it turns out that the red states are not as red as they
Dear [Name omitted for privacy],
There are many things that I do not know. I don’t know if many people have taken the time to thank you for your courage and optimism. I don’t know if those that see you on a daily basis fully appreciate who you are and what you have been able to do in the face of such adversity. I don’t know if you feel loved and supported the way that you love and support countless strangers that come across your story. I also don’t know if you know how big an impact you have had (and continue to have). So, if you will permit me, I would like to take a moment to let you know that you matter and that your candor inspires.
To whom it may apply:
image courtesy of The British Library
You are not the lost generation you’ve been told you are. The cause is not lost and you are not free to dismiss the future as non-existent or futile. That is the domain of the old, to look into the face of thier own mortality and see the end of all humanity. Ignorant ego dictates it.
No, your place is to be the energetic voice of optimism. You are to see what is before you and use it well. Make the changes that you resent your elders for not doing. I dare you to be the infectious hope for the future that humanity has always needed.
You’ll be old soon enough. Then you can choose for yourself…optimism or death before you are dead.
Thank you for your time,
P.S. Old is not an age. You are old only when you give up hope of the future.
That’s it. There is nothing miraculous or complex about it other than it is a miracle that I’m finding the discipline to do them as often as I’ve managed to so far, and that I am actually starting to see the changes as something that could come naturally at some point. We’ll see in time.