Letters that will never be read

Dear World,

I am writing these letters that will never be read. They are an acknowledgement of the profound beauty and complexity of life, and a tribute to the courage that it takes to live it every single day.

I am writing to tell you that you are not alone. In a world where everything seems to be moving so quickly, it can be easy to forget that we are all connected by our shared experiences of joy and sorrow, love and loss, hope and despair. But it is these experiences that make us human, and it is our humanity that makes us glorious.

So often in life we are asked to strive for perfection, to be the best at everything we do. But I believe that it is our imperfections that make us truly great. It is the cracks in our armor, the scars on our hearts, that allow the light to shine through, and that make us powerful beyond measure.

So if you are struggling, if you are feeling lost, if you are afraid, know that you are not alone. There are so many of us out here, writing our own letters that will never be read, reaching out to you with love and compassion and the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

I am writing to tell you that you are loved. You are loved for your strengths and your weaknesses, your triumphs and your failures, your laughter and your tears. You are loved for all that you are, and all that you are not. You are loved just as you are, and you always will be.

And finally, I am writing to tell you that there is hope. Hope is a powerful force that can help us overcome any obstacle, no matter how insurmountable it may seem. Hope is what allows us to keep going when all seems lost, and to find the strength to face another day.

So I urge you to hold on to hope. Hold on to the knowledge that you are not alone, that you are loved beyond measure, and that there is a brighter tomorrow waiting for you. And know that even though these letters will never be read, the love and hope and compassion that they contain will continue to shine forth, a beacon of light in the darkness.

With love and profound gratitude,

Veny