Child, please listen.
I know I’m not your mother, but I’m an old soul so please be with me in this moment.
I’ve watched you for a while now. I want you to know that I’ve been through your struggles a few times before.
I know it’s hard to believe because times have changed, but my dear child, lend your ears to what I have to say.
Here are a few things before I go that I truly want you to know:
One: Make your own discoveries, be your own authentic Self, but know that you can learn something from everyone. I mean everyone. When you really open your eyes and ears, even the so-called unsuccessful people can teach you something. You can even learn things outside of their intended lessons; lots of impactful things, as a matter of fact. Never think that someone is not good enough to teach you something. They might not be "there" yet, but there are lessons that you can still learn from them about their journey thus far on this earth.
So, remember, always be open to learning and learning from others.
Two: Believe in warmth. As my grandma long ago told me, kindness and love is really what warms our souls. Without kindness and love, life would be so cold. We’d be walking zombies; dead inside, breathing and living, but never thriving.
Three: Not doing well at school can be a problem for you, but failure in life is only a point in a process and never your story’s ending. These days I fall down a lot. Like me, you might better recognize the floor over the sky, but darlin’, I tell ya, you need to get back up every time. There is authentic purpose to your existence. Don’t you ever forget that you have something to contribute to the world.
Broken promises, wedged hopes, and broken hearts are life’s intentions.
Life is like a mosaic. Don’t throw away your broken pieces. Collect them. Accept them. Embrace them. You just never know when you might need your colorful pieces to create a better picture of you.
Please pass me my cane.
Let me tell you child, just like Octavia Butler, we are all a work of art, but our art is not meant to be made with all the same stuff. Some of us use paint, ink or even dirt. Some even use things that we don’t think are suitable for art, like dyslexia or hurt.
So with whatever we have, we can and ought to still create and be a remarkable work of art.
Isn’t that the truth, child? (Pause)
That’s all I can remember for now, baby.
My memory is fading.
My maker’s calling.
I am a grown seed.
My leaves are falling.
My tears run dry.
My fears won’t lie.
I’m old you know,
My wings won’t fly,
But the dreams I dream of you (Pause)
Will never ever die.
I believe in you, child. (Pause)
Now go be yourself.
Become a student of life.
Go dream audacious dreams.
And go live out those dreams!
I love you my darlin’ child.
You are a beautiful mosaic.
Have you read: One?