Hi Lilo. First of all, I love you. This is a letter to u in a year from now. Iβm at the Rhythm Room with Aaron thinking about how strange everything in life is, and how interestingly things work out and Iβm just perplexed by how the people in my life came to be in my life. I wouldnβt change a fucking thing knowing that all of it would lead to this. Iβm surrounded by the most incredible people I could ever imagine knowing. I wonder what ur doing right now. I wonder if you pursued music (I really fucking hope so) cause we have one life and imagine thinking you could have used your gift to its full potential but instead settling for the life that was fearfully projected onto you by others. Right now, u are in ur first week of OR nursing. Itβs stressful, but you know you can be great at anything you set your mind toβ¦in no time you will be very trusted and respected at work. I hope that no matter what you do, you do what you love. Right now, thatβs music. Well, I guess it always has been music to be honest. I hope youβre not attaching any self worth to how well received (or poorly received) a song is. You love music. You feel free when you make it. You lose track of time. You have infinite ideas. Remember the nights that making a song saved you from spiraling? Remember nice try? You have infinite potential. You are capable of thriving in all environments, especially those that nurture your spirit. I love you. I hope youβre living your absolute best life. You fucking deserve it.
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