To my beautiful girl, I give you these words.
Well, my dear, it may seem this world was never meant for us, not the way it is now, not the way it has been. But, my darling, nothing worthwhile was made perfect from the start.
Everything craved, lusted for, and containing real value started in someone’s dreams.
It took molding and shaping and relentless perseverance on the part of some Great Creator to turn dirt into the smooth painted walls of the cliff.
The painted desert walls of Southern Dakota or the Grand canyon. The dust had to gather and settle and harden, the river had to etch in it it’s name. That is what it takes to make true beauty and art and YOU, my precious darling, are art.
They’ll lie to you every day.
You’ll see these lies on television, in movies, on billboards, from sources deemed reputable by leaders and authority.
You’ll hear them in songs and out of the mouths of the ones you trust,
listen to my voice, child.
Let it ring loudly each time you need it.
I’ll scream it into a jar for you to keep safe.
I will tell you the truth as I’ve learned it the hard way and I’m telling you now that this truth will not change.
You’re beautiful, that’s true.
But what can that body do that will last more than a century?
Nothing more than a memory in the minds of those you meet will that body become.
Your mind is your asset, your strength, your own source of energy and with it you will create poetry and think great thoughts that will be repeated endlessly by others who seek to feel your souls starlight.
Your strength and your will.
Your wit and your might.
THEY will travel through time while your body will rot, but not the fruits of your mind.
Your voice will echo forever if behind it you place intentions that are pure and words that are wise.
Your soul is sacred and eternal so let it be free and unspoiled, untainted and untethered by the fleeting expectations of a society that is only as valuable as a tear drop in the sea.
If you let them smother you with their misguided truth and intentions, you , my sweet girl, will break your own heart.
No one can break it from the outside because, unlike man, you are not made of stone, but of gold.
Malleable and soft, precious and rare. As they try to break you, you will bend and stretch under the hammer.
You will sway as their screams of inequality create hurricanes of wasted wind, because some Great Creator that cannot be fathomed made you with a great purpose.
It is one that will remain unexplained until you are capable of understanding it and strengthened enough by experience to head into it without fear while holding His hand with a faith that no religion could contain.
You, my sweet one, are exquisite, far beyond the words of all languages combined.
There is no term for what you will become because they will coin one when you reveal what it is you were created for. You are capable of creating the future we have fought for and the one you deserve.
The responsibility may seem too great and too heavy and you may falter and fall but never give up, never stay down.
Your spirit is a magnet and others will join you to help you carry the weighty load and together you will become more than the bearers of life but the creators of a world worth living in.
You, my little girl, can do anything and no one can stop you for you are magnificent in a way that transcends their realm of understanding and enters into one that exists to you alone.
You are a dancing and sparkling spirit, affecting change, fortifying the future with goodness and justice.
You are a gift to all mankind and should be treated as such, without exception.
They will try to lessen you and attempt to dull you down and this is the time to take out that jar.
Open it in front of them and the screams of those who’ve fought the battle before you will force them back and deafen them.
They will fall to their knees.
The strength is yours.
The wisdom has been freely given and rightfully earned.
Use it and never forget that your power requires no explanation, justification, or excuse.
It needs only an outlet in the form of a song, an essay, a speech.
Whatever you choose, if you use it well and with grace and love, it will live inside the souls of the ones you’ll save with it, for eternity.
You, my baby, can do anything.
Let no one steal that from you with noise and normality.
With these words I deliver into your hands your own destiny. In your hands is where it belongs. Hide it from no one so others may see you and seek you out. Let them be fortified while taking shelter under your wild wings above. Teach them to be strong. You’re more than they’ll allow you to realize, so, I’ll tell you now and repeat it as often as needed. You are the way forward, the answers, the truth. Shine bright, little darling. Be brave, teach others, stay true. You are the future you’re wishing for. The entire universe lives inside of you. Use it.