a love letter

Dear boy reading the world politics section of the local newspaper and silently fuming to himself at the coffee shop,

You inspire me.

This is crazy but I’m pretty sure you’re going to save the world. I don’t know how but the way you passionately tell me about laissez-faire economics and the way your lips furl at the current state of the world tells me you are. Your passion is contagious. You make me want to take down the bourgeoisie and start a revolution. And you do it effortlessly.

I mean, I admit I don’t read the New Yorker articles that you love so much. I did the ice-bucket challenge and I share news and retweet world activists. It kind of makes me a “slacktivist.” But you, my dear boy, with your uncanny sarcasm and your ironic (but perfect) beard, you leave me unsettled. You are so far removed from my comfort zone. You are like an alter-ego that I am so afraid to be. Because you strive for difficulty. You never settle for what is easy. You are well aware that what comes easy is not what is worth having.

Well, I want to tell you that I’ve left behind my comfort zone. I’m a fortunate soul to have had to answer the question “how will you pack your entire life in two suitcases?” It was probably one of the more challenging things that I’ve had to do, but I know it’s worth it. Dear boy, here I am in a new city with no idea about what will happen the next month, yet alone the next week. And yet, I feel so much love and gratitude. And I will share whatever I have into making a difference. Because that’s the thing about leaving comfort zones… they help you become the strong leader that you are meant to be. They help you realize your true purpose, the sole reason for being alive.

Maybe I’ll bump into you at another coffee shop sometime.

Love,

Me.