I found this from some of my writings back in high school. Just thought I'd share it- it's pretty encouraging and considering my state of mind during that year, I'd say well-fitting.
Dear Alice,
Why can't all life be simple? The way it is in my dreams. I fear that the complexity of any situation only clouds my mind so that I cannot clearly understand the purpose of it all. But, yet, why does everything need to be understood? Why do we constantly strive to know the meaning of everything?
Dear Sarah,
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!
Life's full of little tricks and scams. Little trick questions and riddles that seem to have the only purpose of convincing you to make a mad choice or go down a mad road.
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Take yours...
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
Don't let your sanity escape you in your eager wait for adventure. Be ready so that you're not struck down.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
Be ready! Stand your ground! You're adventure is here! Don't be caught by surprise, but fight the fight. Never never never never never never never quit!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
You did it! You've won the battle! And in good time, too. You didn't give up and you proved yourself.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
Now, rest a while. You've finished one chapter in a life well lived. Take your credit, you've earned it.
Dear Alice,
Why can't all life be simple? The way it is in my dreams. I fear that the complexity of any situation only clouds my mind so that I cannot clearly understand the purpose of it all. But, yet, why does everything need to be understood? Why do we constantly strive to know the meaning of everything?
Dear Sarah,
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Go ahead, just leave it at that. It doesn't need to be translated or understood. It just is; that's all.
Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!
Life's full of little tricks and scams. Little trick questions and riddles that seem to have the only purpose of convincing you to make a mad choice or go down a mad road.
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Take yours...
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
Don't let your sanity escape you in your eager wait for adventure. Be ready so that you're not struck down.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
Be ready! Stand your ground! You're adventure is here! Don't be caught by surprise, but fight the fight. Never never never never never never never quit!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
You did it! You've won the battle! And in good time, too. You didn't give up and you proved yourself.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
Now, rest a while. You've finished one chapter in a life well lived. Take your credit, you've earned it.
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