𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢,

𝙷𝚘𝚠'𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎-𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.

𝙸'𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙰𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊. 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚆𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚂𝙰𝙰 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝙺𝙸𝙰, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍.

𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛! 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎.

𝚂𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙼𝚘𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝚢𝚎𝚝? 𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑. 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜. 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, "𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜." 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚂𝙰𝙰, 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚂𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.

𝙰𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚋 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜. 𝚁𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚋 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗, 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘. 𝙰𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝙸'𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝙱.𝙾.𝚆.𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.

𝚆𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸'𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝙸𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝!

𝙹𝚒𝚕𝚕

𝙿.𝚂. 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕. 𝚂𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢...𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢? ;)