Love letters to yourself

We humans send hundreds of thousands of micro-messages to our cognitive selves during any given period (in my case, it might be every 10 seconds). For many of the smart people I know, over 99% of those messages are about doubt, fear, failure, and self-disgust.

It's fun being human, right?  We're such a net plus on Earth. (I'm joking.  Good riddance is my opinion. Let the flora and fauna rejoice.)

Here's a three minute letter of love I sent to myself during a free-writing exercise I participated in last week.  It's not good, nor interesting--except when you compare it to whatever may be going on inside your frontal cortex.

Dear David; 

Everything you fear, expect, anticipate and long for at this moment in your life feels approriate to me.  You see yourself clearly, in fact more clearly than most, and accept and understand more realities of your unique position as you are in the world, free from delusion and antipathetic to self-aggrandizement. You are a 65 year old white guy of moderate success, general good fortune, and a heightened sense of a desire that the world and your community enjoy freedom from pain and the "pursuit of happiness" in fair measure.  In other words, you are a decent dime in the proverbial dozen.

You're also prone to kindness of judgment until another individual displays retaliatory or hostile intent.  This kindness is valuable to more people than you know, and you should take more joy from it.  Any observer sees that your kind of generosity is apparently rare.  Keep investing energy in this practice of generous love to those who need and deserve it.