Dear Daughter,
People in your life will ultimately break down into 4 distinct categories.
To help you better understand this, I offer you this scenario:
You walk into a restaurant. You pass a table of four being seated at booth.
The first person's place is already set. They are neither impressed or surprised by this as they are the people who have everything handed to them and expect it to be there.
Person Two's place setting is being removed from her as soon as she sits down. She is neither sad or angry about it as this is the person who is blissfully complacent. They will wait for a new setting or no setting at all. Either way, they are just grateful to be in the warmth of the diner with company.
Person Three is the one who will go behind the counter and get her own plate, thank you very much.
The last person. This person will have no place setting in front of her. They do not expect it to be there, are deep down comforted by the fact it is not there but yet are borderline bipolar depressed it is not appearing anytime soon. This person unlike however, Person Two will wallow . They will never entertain the notion of actually doing something about it, like saying something to the passing waitress or taking Person Three's lead. They are the Anti-Person One.
And you Dear Daughter, will fall somewhere in between all of these diner patrons. There are various shades of grey in there, and that is where the masses fall.
My wish for you is this:
May your belief in yourself be like that of Person One. May you be able to accept the windfalls, trials, tribulations and general sucky moments with the graceful indifference of Person Two. Do not be a martyr. There is no need for one in this family. You have no sainthood coming to you. The world owes you nothing. You are just a person who was brought to this place by two people who loved you long before we met you. If your life doesn't go quite the way you planned, well then by all means be like Person Three. Get off your ass and make it better!
Sincerely,
Your Ever-loving Mother
People in your life will ultimately break down into 4 distinct categories.
To help you better understand this, I offer you this scenario:
You walk into a restaurant. You pass a table of four being seated at booth.
The first person's place is already set. They are neither impressed or surprised by this as they are the people who have everything handed to them and expect it to be there.
Person Two's place setting is being removed from her as soon as she sits down. She is neither sad or angry about it as this is the person who is blissfully complacent. They will wait for a new setting or no setting at all. Either way, they are just grateful to be in the warmth of the diner with company.
Person Three is the one who will go behind the counter and get her own plate, thank you very much.
The last person. This person will have no place setting in front of her. They do not expect it to be there, are deep down comforted by the fact it is not there but yet are borderline bipolar depressed it is not appearing anytime soon. This person unlike however, Person Two will wallow . They will never entertain the notion of actually doing something about it, like saying something to the passing waitress or taking Person Three's lead. They are the Anti-Person One.
And you Dear Daughter, will fall somewhere in between all of these diner patrons. There are various shades of grey in there, and that is where the masses fall.
My wish for you is this:
May your belief in yourself be like that of Person One. May you be able to accept the windfalls, trials, tribulations and general sucky moments with the graceful indifference of Person Two. Do not be a martyr. There is no need for one in this family. You have no sainthood coming to you. The world owes you nothing. You are just a person who was brought to this place by two people who loved you long before we met you. If your life doesn't go quite the way you planned, well then by all means be like Person Three. Get off your ass and make it better!
Sincerely,
Your Ever-loving Mother
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