my bro turns 19 today, and yet i got nothing to wish him on his birthday.
no, i am not a bad brother – i hope.
i just think that wishes that we so generously awash the celebrating folk with are generally empty, over-blown words.
health, success, fortune and all, there is a certain amount of directed positive energy in suggesting these, sure, but pls, spare me.
i picked up my girlfriend’s December 2011 Elle UK, and there’s a story there on Valentino’s designer duo Pierpaolo Piccioli and Maria Grazia Chiuri. at one point of time in their careers “Anna Fendi took them all over the Florence to hunt down the best craftspeople in small, bespoke ateliers:
She taught us the best thing you can be taught in life, that anything is possible. If you have something on your mind, you can find someone to help you make it, make the dream come true.”
this stuff does it for me.
bro, i wish you nothing. you have it all going on for you. i only ask you to repeat every single day a simple fearless mantra of “I exist, I’m talented, and I’m relevant“. and remember that anything – a-ny-thing – is possible. go do it. love you.