To My Sons and Daughters

I am proud of you. I love you. These two things you can always trust to be forever unconditional and forever true.

The world is a beautiful and wondrous place. Look around you, and always strive to see the beauty in everything.

I entrust the task of protecting the beauty of this world to you.
I entrust the world to you.

I believe in you, and there is nothing you cannot do.

There is no problem in life which has no solution. There is always a solution. If you are ever uncertain as to what to do, always do what feels right. “What you feel is never wrong.”

Memorize this old saying, and read it to yourself everyday when you wake, and each night before you fall asleep. “I shall pass this way but once; any good, therefore, that I can do or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer nor neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.”

You must always strive to help others. Help them, no matter the circumstance, and remember that kindness is never unwanted. Especially kindness that is sincere, and honest.

Make the most of each day. If you ever say to yourself: “I have done enough.” Ask yourself, honestly, if there is more that you can do.

Find out what the most important things to you are in this world. Now love those things. Love them limitlessly. That way no matter what happens you will always love what is important.

Remember always that you are important. Without you, the world would not exist.

And finally, be happy. Never expect anyone else to know what will make you happy. Find that which makes you happy, or create your own happiness from what you have.

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One Comment on “To My Sons and Daughters”

  1. rharbridge Says:

    To answer the question several people have asked me; Let me assure you I have no children yet (that I know of).

    It was meant as a purely theoretical letter to my children upon my death… one of those weird writer things.


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