Changes

It is difficult to say goodbye, but sometimes it is more easily managed than saying hello. Our lives are in constant motion, moving toward, receding from; yet ever are we there, seemingly unchanged, yet somehow different.

There is no period in life more precious than any other, although some cannot be forgotten, and many others fade away. We are writing a story, fascinating to us, sometimes never less than thrilling, although others may nearly fall asleep in the telling. We may want desperately to escape, but we never will.

I love all of the best things about you, but love equally what I might hope were different. A lack of fear and pretense mark the best friendships, because they are honest. Those less than that fall listlessly into the realm of acquaintance.

You and I shall never suffer from inertia. We are too similar in many ways. Take the strength of my support and caution, and temper it with your curiosity and trust, and move forward toward your self, that shining truth that is ineffably your own. I will marvel at your emergence, and never forget that you shall always have

My love,