Dear friend who I've known for nearly half of my life,
Remember those books? I still read them from time to time. I still think about you from time to time. Just wondering how you're doing. What you're up to. Why we don't talk anymore. Whether you have done that thing that you said you might do someday.
I learned a lot from you. About philosophy. Politics. Religion. People. Life.
It was you who sparked that drive in me to question things, to see the world differently, to always be searching for answers to questions that even others may shun me for thinking about.
It was that one book you sent me that changed my life. M. Scott Peck. Did you know that? Back then, I was at a turning point in my life. A choice I had to make. I picked up that book and read it over and over. I marked it up, put sticky notes on copious pages. You should see it... lol. I still have all those sticky notes in there.
Then I thought real hard about life...about my life. And I finally realized how good I had it. I didn't just realize it, I knew it. I felt it deep in my gut. How good I had it and how good I still have it to this day. I have been blessed. See, even today, even though we haven't had any connections in so long, you still impact me.
I was young back then. You knew more of life and of the world and of how it works. I didn't fully realize it then, but I know now that it was because of the hardships and struggles you've dealt with that enabled you to have that deeper understanding of the world and of people.
The knowledge that you gained from your life you passed on to me.
And because of that, I'm a happier person. I'm more free. I'm content. I know what's real and what's not.
I hope you read this, and I hope you see that you've made a difference.
I hope you're happy too. I hope you've found the courage. I really do.