Letter to those who are dissatisfied
Most of my life was very tough for me. I always had the gift of sparking both good and bad things in others. I remember when | was 12, I was part of a gang of older guys. One day, they beat me up, held me by the legs, and left me hanging in the air for a few seconds from a third floor; I feared for my life. I lost my mother at a very young age, and I had jobs where I was always exploited. This is just 1 percent of what I went through.
However, I always had an inner strength, and I never liked complaining about life. If you have to fight, you fight. If you have to work harder, you work harder. If you make a mistake, own it.
To you, confused soul, drifting aimlessly out there,
I want to welcome you to reality. What reality?
The one you created.