I'd like to think my thoughts could be spread to random strangers and accepted, or at least acknowledged. That's my dream, you know, to be heard and read by millions. Sometimes, I feel discouraged though. I feel as if my passion is just a centimeter away from my finger tips and yet I"m encased, unable to move. I hope that is not true.

I realize this may be strange for you however, I hope this is a good strange- a welcomed strange.

Sometimes, it is very hard for me to look beyond my selfish bubble, but I am trying to be different.

I believe your opinions and your feelings matter. I don't know if you are happy or sad, but I hope you are content. Content with your money, your family, your looks...

Although, I realize this is a very hard place to be in. (Irony: some days I am not content with my level of contentment.)

Today, I am going to think of you and pray for your happiness. I hope this letter finds you well.