Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Have a Flower (:

Dear Anonymous writer,

All right, I'm not much for words of wisdom or pep talks, but you're writing this letter for a reason, right? Maybe you're searching for a friend, maybe you want an adventure. I don't know your story. thousands of people are out there - you just have to start the story at the beginning. Someone will listen. Someone always listens eventually. I want to thank you, Anonymous - (If you're a guy, I'll call you Carter, if you're a woman, I'll call you Lilly - Please don't take any offense, I like these names, they make me feel like I'm talking to a friend, Anonymous.) Enough about you for a second. I am searching. We all are. I'm searching for that one great adventure, that moment where I can truly say that I've accomplished something. I want to learn French, I want to marry my current boyfriend, but above all, I want to be happy - not rich, not famous, happy. I have suffered with bipolar disorder Anonymous. If you don't know about it, it's very common. But it's terrible. I've wanted pain and sorrow before, and I've wanted to do terrible things. Depression is terrifying. I just want you to know that there is always someone there for you, whether you believe it or not, Anonymous. You are a beautiful human being. Good luck with your life.

I hope you find what you're searching for, B.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Frame Bunny, Dino Fairy

Dear Stranger,

You're one in a million. One in Billions actually. That's probably hard for you sometimes, to step back and totally realize what a small part of the world you are.

It's okay. It's hard for me too. We get tangled in the moments and intricacies of our lives.

It's ok, stranger. Take a step back and breathe. Breathe and feel the breath of the 7 billion people that surround you. Fell the pulse of the world as it turns.

Then, feel your self and soul expand into the space you've at once created and discovered. Live int the big picture, if only for a moment, then dive back in stronger. And take on your own life with a greater understanding of the lives that go on around you.

Do this for me,

Because I love you stranger.

Friday, November 29, 2013

How do I escape?

Dear Stranger,

I hope you are well. I am not.

If I could escape to another world, where the urgency and the wailing red lights called "responsibilities" were just a bad dream... I would find a bed in a dark room and nest in the pillows and blankets until my heart could love itself again.

I would violently vomit up the self-loathing that's been poisoning my system for decades into a great big garbage can and feel utter relief.

I would wear my warmest pajamas and my fuzzy sock and sleep and sleep and sleep, in the comfort of knowing everything is going to be okay, assured that I have some fundamental worth.

But my life rages on, unexpectedly, frantically. My own mind threatens me for every hesitation, everything "mistake." It knows all my weak spots. There's no place to hide. It savagely tears me apart.

I don't want to play this sick game any longer. I don't want to live in constant panic.

How do I escape?

Again, I hope you are well. May you always live in an abundance of peace.

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Keep Going

Stationary: "The hardest thing about writing," thought Pooh, "is finding the right words."

Hello Stranger,

Sometimes I feel like life gets to difficult to even go on. When I feel this way, I stop and realize I have two options. The first is to give up. Although this is the easiest option, giving up will leave exactly where you are, this sad, desolate, and defeated place. However, there is a second option and that is to keep going, to keeping pushing through even when you feel crushed by the weight of the world. Taking the second option takes more strength and courage then we think we have. It takes all of our energy, both physically and mentally to just keep trying. Eventually out efforts will repay us. We will be victorious. The battle it took to get there will only make the victory that much sweeter.

So whatever you are facing, whatever your demons are, keep going. It's worth it.


a Stranger

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

One day, I will love you with all my heart.

My dearest stranger.

We haven't met yet but one day we will and everything will fall into place. One day, our two lost souls that have always been meant for each other will reunite and we will be one.

I image looking into your eyes, losing myself in the feeling of having you in my life. You might not believe me now but I know that magic is possible. Believe me, we will be magical!

There are days when I miss you badly and my whole body aces for your love.

Yet you give me strength. I am secure in knowing that one day, we will be very happy together. Believe me, we will be crazy about each other!

Don't wait for me - we will find each other when the time is right. Live your life to the fullest and enjoy all the adventures you find along the way. Embrace every day of your life just for being alive and remember that you are never alone.

One day, I will love you with all my heart.

A stranger.

Saturday, November 2, 2013


My Dear Stranger

Do you believe we are all made of the same things? Do you believe every human experience is new, or has someone done exactly what you are doing/have done at some point in time? Are you a carbon copy of your family member, or are you unique, a new face and being to the cosmos? Are you a creature of habit, or do your days consist of spontaneous activity? Who are you stranger, what do you dream of? What are your goals? What do you fear? Who do you miss?

How is it that we all share a common creation, born of a mother, raised in the same air, seeing the same stars, singing under the same sun, dancing under the same moon, but we know nothing of the person down the street? We both live on the same planet, but we are two totally different beings, why is that? To you, is individuality important, or do you follow the flow?

I am a weirdly unique and wonderful person. No being vain, but I am who I am. I believe in destiny, but it is what we make it. make yours your own.

Your's truly,

a little stranger.

Friday, November 1, 2013

Alive List

Dear Stranger,

I am writing to you today to inform you of the fact that I am considered overweight for my age. I weigh 161 pound. My leg hair grows too fast. I use tinted moisturizer regularly because my skin is a horrible shade of pink which does not tan. If I don't brush my teeth twice a day, my breath will smell horrible. I bite my nails when I get nervous. I have pimples on my back. I have a scar which stretches across the lower right hand side of my stomach from having my appendix removed when I was four years old. I have never known what it is like to have a nice figure. My hair frizzes in the rain. My hands are tiny. My face is too round. My feet smell if I don't wear socks. I always spend my money on the wrong things. I have a birthmark on the back of my neck. I don't like the taste of lamb. I fall in love with someone new every day. I hate it when people step on snails for fun. I feel like my family would be happier without me here. My lips dry up too quickly. I write a lot and always have a little bit of ink on the finger beside my pinky. When bad things happen to me, I don't think about them and pretend like they never happened. I don't have many girly clothes. I act like I don't care what people think, but I really do. I don't have the confidence to leave my house without wearing makeup. I get really bad hay fever. I always forget to make my bed. I rarely bring a library book back on time. I don't like writing in blue ink. Pastel colours look silly on me. I have a ring that belonged to my Nana that I wear every single day.

I am alive and so are you.

This isn't a letter to address all of my flaws. It's proof that I'm alive. That I have something to be thankful for because I'm human and because I eat and sleep and excrete and convert oxygen into carbon dioxide and feed my dog and buy goods and laugh and cry and love and hate and read and fall over.

I am alive. And so are you.

Now it's your turn.- Make a list. Not of pros or cons or reasons why you love yourself or hate yourself or anybody else. Just pure, solid evidence that you are alive. Breathing. You can put it somewhere public, hide it, give it to a friend, keep it for yourself. Whatever you like. It's your list and your life. You'real. WORTHWHILE.

Love life and love yourself.
You deserve it.