The eloquence in writing is only due to the deep regard felt for the writer at the other end. At least there was a deep regard until I discovered my beloved penpal is trying to sacrifice me to the ravenous beast called publicity tours. Though I did not peg you as the type to keep a diary, Mulder. How long has this been going on? (I would draw a turtle and a diary here, but amateur cartooning does not translate well into type.)
Introspection is useful, as many are unable to look within and take inventory of their flaws and strengths. You say you know no other way to be, and I believe that. You have also said that what you have been doing has not been working. Maybe it is time to let those closest to you in.
Do you want to know me outside of these letters? I am here, as an option, if gentle and fuzzy conversation grows tedious. However, I do understand the allure of mystery, and moreso understand the discomfort there can be in putting a real name to honest conversation. Perhaps what I am trying to say is that whether we use our real names or continue with pseudonyms, I do not want our conversations to end with this.
I did not mean anything large, nor was there intent to overwhelm. My apologies. Take all the time you would like to answer, or do not if you would rather. The consideration you give to the question is more significant than having an answer. For me, I would like to learn how to pilot a plane. It serves no real purpose. I will never fly a plane anywhere. I just want to learn to say that I know how to do it.
If you have accepted impossibility, then why should it ever happen? Unless you do not actually want it to happen?
We all have dark moments in our lives. What matters is how we let that shape us. To use those lessons to work towards the light instead of succumbing to the shadows.
S
I demand something in the glitter spectrum of writing utensils. And some sort of scented stickers.