Dear me…

There is a shameful secret that I have held for many years now, and it goes a little something like this: At one point in the bible, Jesus advised that we should “love others as we love ourselves.” To me, there had always been a sense that there could be no greater insult delivered upon another of God’s creatures. To me, this was a blasphemy beyond reproach.

This week, The Blogging Lounge tasked us with writing a letter to our younger selves. What follows is that which poured from my mind to mine…

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Hey.

Do me a favor, OK?

Look into the mirror.

Yeah, that one.

Now, look into the eyes you see in that reflection.

Go ahead, look deep in. Gaze deeper than you’d like, deeper than you’ve the strength to. Deep enough to see what truly lies behind.

See the being that resides within those eyes? He’s beautiful, right?

No?

Well, then I guess our little chat here is over.

OR…

Or, you can look again. And this time, you could try it with an honest and open mind.

See?

He is beautiful. He’s beautiful, and he is YOU.

Now, I’m going to tell you something. Something that you won’t believe. Something that almost sounds insulting on the surface – partially because it is. I’m going to tell you that you will spend a large portion of your life trying to avoid this Truth, relying instead upon the retarded opinion of those around you who’ll want to deny it themselves. Those few whom you seem hellbent on assigning a credence they simply never have earned, nor even now deserve.

In fact, I am going to go so far as to tell you that you will willingly seek out those who will greedily clip your wings, simply so that they (and you, to a certain extent) can deny you your flight, use you to their own ends, and then simply discard you as they would the bone of a fatted calf, after they’d sucked its marrow dry.

And you? Well, you’ll allow it happen of course – both professionally and personally – you’ll almost hand select, and give your unwavering allegiance to, those best poised to fulfill your erroneous prophecy of self-defeat. And you’ll do so simply because flight is scary.

Because beauty is scary.

Because Truth…

Well, you get the point, I’m sure.

Hey. Do me a favor, OK?

Please, don’t let your Beauty scare you.

Don’t let Truth – your unique Truth – scare you.

Please, don’t allow your fear to corner you into simply accepting What Is, instead of What Could Be.

Take flight. Don’t stay grounded merely for “safety’s” sake, for another’s sake.

I’ll tell you something else. You will realize your dream of being a father, of being a dad.

And even though certain wing-clippers – those untrustables whom you did anyway – will try to steal even that Joy from you, your Apples will need you to be a strong tree. A tree that truly loves itself as it does others.

So look into the mirror again.

As long as you can look into the eyes reflected there and acknowledge the Beauty that truly resonates within, then those cherished Apples of yours, along with the others you love – they who already see your Truth, and love you in return – and even you yourself will come to find the perfect space.

I promise.

I promise, and I look forward to meeting you there one day, high above the fray.

Love,

t

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9 thoughts on “Dear me…

  1. *sob!* that was (no pun intended) truly beautiful. You could be writing that letter to a present me. I don’t look in the mirror much myself. I’m not overly fond of what I see most days, though I’ve come to accept it.

  2. I love this :-) Your message is beautiful….the words you used to create images and feelings to get that message across are also beautiful. The soul from which all those things flows is, clearly, a beautiful soul….CC (Oh and great song choice….the Avett Brothers are spectacular….not enough words to describe how much I love them and their lyrics).

  3. hmm I love me by being direct and honest, i rip me to shreds when I require it to clean my side of the street…I think this is the best kind of love, that kind of judgement WILL occur, if that is what one believes, pretending otherwise about everything and repeating: all is well, when in fact we do not listen to what we KNOW, really KNOW, if we are able to and choose to notice is wrong is up to us
    Maybe it is that which creates glittering joy at stoning or burning at a stake, a freedom of doing outside of the body what we’d like to do, need to do to ourselves but haven’t the courage.

  4. Mr. Man, that was lovely. Um…so hey, do me a favor, ok? Is your present self listening to your beautiful younger self? If not, take heed; he’s smarter today than he was yesterday.

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