perhaps it is less about what I would
tell you, and more about what I would not

tell you. I would not tell you to swallow
any word. Ever. I would not let you suffer

and praise it as duty. I would not tell you
to be sensible or logical with your life.

The magic is in the messiness. I would not
tell you to strive to be rich or powerful.

Being rich is the most absolutely boring thing
you can be. I would not tell you to keep

your heart guarded. There is nothing sadder
than a heart left untouched and unused.

I would never tell you to put out any kindling
that sparks a fire within you. I would bid you

let the fire consume you, let it light up the world.