I know I shouldn't be writing you, and so I'm not. Forgive me for even being so bold.
Don't write me back. Don't. I'm not writing to you for dialog. In fact, I mean, I'm not even writing you at all. You don't read this. I just have to write this.
Tonight, in the strangest turn of events, that were really very simple, but culminated in profound insights for me all the same, I was struck by a simple thought (or perhaps it was the final blow of several thoughts that have been buffeting me of late). The thought is this: the time is now. We're not too young anymore, not too stupid, not too riddled with failings. The time is ripe. It is time to DO. Time to ACT. I don't know what you've been doing. Perhaps you've been acting this whole time. LIVING. Creating. Engaging. In fact, I am sure you have. I have too, but in some little way I also haven't. In that little way there's been this whole decade of WAITING. Some little part of me was on the back burner, waiting. I feel compelled to turn up the heat. It's time. That little part doesn't have to wait anymore. In fact, it shouldn't.
Tonight I thought of you. I thought of how you never would play the guitar for me. I thought of how you wouldn't read me what you used to write. I thought how good that was, how it planted that first seed that told me we were destined for others and not for each other. Then we found those others. Our stories have been beautiful in finding those others.
However, I thought of you. I thought of how you are a writer. Part of my realizations of late is that I am a writer too. I don't claim to be good. I just realize now that I need to write. I don't have to keep it as a secret hobby, or as something I just dabble in. It's time to DO, create, and for me, to write.
With that in mind, I wanted to send you a little piece of encouragement from a new decade. You were meant to write too. And not just for yourself and not just for your other. You were meant to write for the world.
I guess I just wanted to send a little note saying that I hope you do.
I hope you DO.
It's time.
Sincerely,
Me
