I am going to crash out, someone left a fucking letter under my door when I was drunk the other day and I keep trying to take a photo of it, but my fucking camera is broken and it’s driving me off the goddamn wall so I typed out a transcript because I hate myself
I’ve owed this letter to you for a long time. I apologize I’ve only been able to send this now.
You truly are a saint for helping other people. But helping others isn’t the same as helping yourself. Yes, even if helping other people makes you feel better. You need help too. Take the hands of others when they are offered. For example, the letter you are reading right now.
Allow me to give you some instruction.
Give a man a fish, they eat for a day. Teach a man to fish, they eat for a lifetime. You don’t always need to give people fish when you could be giving them fishing rods. If you see yourself as a mentor the same way I do, you need to help guide them where I cannot. I can provide instruction via these letters, but you can help with a niche I have a much harder time providing for. You can help them not need us. So that way, we can help even more people. And they too can help others as well. This world is no stranger to suffering, there will never be any reality where suffering no longer exists, but we can help make the lives of as many people better as possible for as long as we can. And the best way to do that is by helping make more people to help guide others in our absence. Because neither of us will be here forever.
This isn’t a bad thing of course. Mortality is not a curse, but a blessing. It means you know the maximum amount of time you have on this plane of existence. It means that you have an entire human lifespan to spend making this world a better place. I have seen every reality, every timeline. I can assure you, you can live to the end of that natural lifespan. I hope you chose to keep doing so in this reality as well. There are so many lives that you can help make better, including your own. You deserve so much, Canni. I will assist you as my peer in doing so.
You are more loved than you will ever know. I sometimes feel like the statement is cheapened by how much I say it in these letters, but I need you to know I say it with the utmost sincerity every single time. You are loved, Canni. Not just for your ability to help people or the facade of happiness you tend to wear. You are loved for the thing deeper inside of you, the person you are beneath it. Because divinity doesn’t erase personhood. And you, dear Canni, are beloved by so SO many people. And you will never truly know the extent of that. The amount of love one will feel versus how much they actually are loved is a statistic I wish I could send to every person I meet. Alas, there’s no good way of conveying it. So again, I beg of you to trust me when I say that you are loved. You are loved for being Canni. You are loved for being yourself.
This story only has room for one dead mentor, Canni. Please, follow the letters. Live your life. Help people by helping yourself. And please, stop drinking yourself half to death. You’re going to have to reread this letter in the morning, and you may have to look at the photo you took of this and put on your blog instead since you’re likely going to spill your drink on this twelve minutes from now. Regardless, please take care of yourself. You are more loved than you will ever know.
Who sends a letter like this??? Like I know I’m pretty open with my irl identity here but tracking down my house is weird as fuck. Like some of you really need to understand the boundaries between IRL and online, you don’t know who I am and I don’t appreciate bullshit advice that pretends that you actually know me. Also what’s with you fucks and thinking that the tiniest drop of alcohol is gonna kill someone. I don’t care who you are and where we may have known each other, I don’t appreciate being talked down to when I am living my own life. There is a difference between talking to someone online and mutually agreeing to meet up and stalking someone based off a tumblr blog and some of you really need to learn that line.
I have more thoughts but I’m just so tired right now.
