Letters

Dear Reader,

You may have received a note from me...maybe not. Okay...PROBABLY not. Either way...you're here. Let me explain to you what the operation here is all about.

We live in a world today where fear trumps love and deceit is spoken as truth. We don't know what the next minute holds in our fast paced lives. When faced in the path of another human being we tend to keep distant, repel eye contact and pat our valuables to make sure they're still there. Cold, scared, looks are stained on our faces; a smile from a stranger seems to be but a thing in the past. Somewhere along the evil line of thievery, greed, terrorism, abuse, and violence that's plagued us, and maybe even when Death snatched up a loved one, we've lost our warmth, our courage, and our curiosity. We've lost our trust in people, in society, and in everything.

But today I'm here to deliver love, explore the minds of the worlds inhabitants, and question for truth. From human being to human being I want to tell you that I love you. It's something we don't hear often enough. The phrase alone generates hope, happiness, and health. By simply saying hello to someone new you can spark a new friend, a new lover, or a new story. Another individuals path is unique. You have no idea what they've done, what they've seen or witnessed. You have no idea what you can learn from them. Here...I write about my journey and the lessons I've learned from individuals I've met. I dare to spark deep conversation because you never know what you're gonna learn.

We can tweet anyone in the WORLD in under sixty seconds, in 140 characters or less. We can snap a picture and have it accessible to BILLIONS in under sixty seconds through Instagram. We can keep up with family, that we wouldn't see until Thanksgiving, from the comfort of our own couch or anywhere our cell phones will allow us, without speaking a single word, via Facebook, again, in under sixty seconds! Just about everything we do is integrated in amazing instantaneous technology! The only problem with that however is there is no personal connection. A pen will always do more than pixels could ever do. With all of the social media we've forgotten the wonderful feeling of discovering a, personal hand-written letter, or the warm feeling seeing someone smile back at you as you engage in thoughtful conversation. That person was kind enough to think of you and take extra time to remind you how much they actually love you.

I've had lots of Budweiser filled nights and countless coffee filled mornings to think about my purpose here. That purpose is, nothing. We have no purpose. BUT we've grown comfortable enough to simply adhere to the norm and that norm is changing immensely! We don't know what the future holds and we're terrified of the unknown, terrified of the evil, and terrified of the deceit and trickery, now more than ever! With so much dissonance and clutter between us all as a species, collectively,  I've taken the time to step back and think of what we really need. So, I created my own purpose. My purpose became people oriented. I wanted to create unity, I wanted to explore and find facts or falsehoods, I wanted to generate love and peacefulness especially in a time where it seemed to be lacking so much. As selfish and naive as it may seem I wish for a world where I could walk down the street and have a smile and greet returned to me. For some, that kind of thing goes a LOOONG long way. It's always the small and usually unnoticeable stuff that means the most; you ever notice that? 

Today, we turn on the T.V. and am unsure if the man in the suit is telling the truth. Hell, we're unsure if he even knows the truth. Most people live day by day as mindless drones either too scared or too preoccupied with their oh so meaningful lives to even consider an alternate point of view that may rival theirs.

The ability to hold casual conversation eludes me. The only secure thing about me are my passwords. So...I live in pixels. If I were to bleed I believe I'd bleed lead and ink.... if I coded the PHP properly that is. I've as I'm suppose to; I smile, make direct eye contact, ask how you're doing, and LISTEN to the response. I just couldn't volley tales of my last outing or what was just on television last night. So instead, I listen and I ask questions. This is where I feel comfortable: attempting to make another persons day by listening to their story, genuinely captivated in it. Some people are grieving, some are cold, some are angry, some are unlucky, yet some are happy, some are on their grind, some are goal oriented and on a good track. No matter where you are in life, however, you deserve the comforting reminder that SOMEONE loves you and cares for you enough to want to not only listen to you but to want you to have a life free from force, fraud, or coercion. That someone will ask questions, that someone will listen to your story, that someone will root for you every step of the way as you seek for a free, truthful, and loving life. That's why I'm here.....because I love you and want to thank you...for allowing me to be apart of your journey.



Sincerely,

Erick