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Wednesday, January 04, 2011

11:01 PM

My Dearest Popol,

Today I want to tell you about how proud I am of you. I am proud of your passion for architecture. Proud of your talent for art. Proud of your skill for drawing. Proud of your ability to lead. But more than all these things, I am proud of your confidence and belief in yourself.

I have never met anyone else more self-assured, more confident in his abilities, or more hopeful about his future. I know I don't always seem to be, but I am inspired when you talk about your plans, when you start sounding so passionate and unstoppable about all those things you want to do. I envy you these things. I wished I too had the same kind of passion about what I do and who I am, I wished I were as much on fire as you. When you talk about your future, it gives me hope, somehow. It's as though I become less jaded. When you talk about your future, you sound so sure that it will be great and wonderful that I want to be there with you. To share your joys and your triumphs. And when you have failures along the way, I want to be there, too, so I can cheer you on and remind you of how much you've already accomplished  and how much more you can still do. But until that day comes, I remain

Yours.