An avid reader of the Charlie Brown comics, I have realized that there is an awful lot I can learn from the iconic character of Snoopy ...
"I think I think too much." A quote which my mind has subconsciously divulged from somewhere within all of its whimsical meanderings. I dream, I wonder. I ponder. I believe. I imagine. Sure my mind has been places, magical far far away places, but where have I been? What have I done? There is a fine line between thinking about doing things and doing the things you think about doing, a line of which I have smudged smeared and spoiled so much over the years that the two appear to have merged into one. I must re-define these lines and not allow them to hide in disguise for any longer; distinguish them.
A cartoon of wise words and truth, inspired by it, I have taken it upon myself to write myself such a letter in the hopes that an impulsive sense of adrenaline will set in; the aftermath ...
Dear self,
Please quit your incessant whining, wallowing and self-pity. Instead, get up off your corpulent backside and make the difference you yearn for rather than losing yourself in a Utopian state of dreaming.
Slip-ups can be expected from one so tainted and gluttonous - fix it.
With vehement hatred,
self.
In hopes of a dramatic alteration to my future, preferably sometime soon, let's end this on a positive note.
