I just came back from a trip to Melbourne to see my best mate. It was, for lack of better words, absolutely awesome.

It’s amazing that even though we lost contact for a couple of years we came back and caught up as if it were yesterday. Even more amazing was how much we’ve changed over the past years. I know he used to tell me that he would never borrow from the bank to buy a house. Now we’re sitting at a coffee shop talking about the best interest rates for what bank.

But what’s even more amazing is how some things haven’t changed at all.

He still plays guitar. Passionately.

What’s even more amazing is that he still has this black leather guitar strap that he used in high school. After all these years it still meant something to him. honestly, he changed so many guitars but that one strap is still there

I reckon he values that wrinkled old furry strap more than he values his thousand dollar guitars.

That thing meant everything to him, though I don’t know what. Even though it meant nothing to me.

That strap was both nothing and everything.

There are things in this world that means nothing, but also means everything.

I remembered this scene from Inception (awesome movie btw) where the characters come across a room full of people sleeping. They didn’t come there to sleep, says the old bald man, they come here to be woken up, because the dream has become their reality.

Because they were able to choose another place to live in, another reality.

Sometimes I wish that too Angel.

Sometimes I wish I can live in my dreams. Where I can live a thousand lives. Where I can be a hunter, a pilot, a daredevil. Where things can be as I want them to be.

Where I can be anywhere else but here.

I saw your story Angel, and I just wanna say

It’s okay.

It’s okay to feel what you’re feeling.

Its okay to hate life.

It’s okay to not be where you want to be right now and wish that you’re a thousand miles away.

All those things that you are feeling is part of being human.

I felt those too.

What I’m not okay with is this seed planted in your heart that you’re useless.

You’re not.

I’ve always been proud to have you as one of my angels, one of my Kids. I’m proud because I know that you’re a fighter. You’re one of those people who faces through fire and pain and come out the other side shining. You’re one of those very unique people that for some reason or another, will not stop at anything and will not let anything get you down.

I’m proud of you because even when the world is against you, you stood tall, did a Kung Fu pose, gestured them towards you, and yelled: “BRING IT ON BISHES!!!”

Like guitar straps and cut out coffee cups, You may mean nothing to the world, but you mean everything to me byutiful.

Don’t let the world tell you otherwise.

I love you.

– If you were a doodling on the wall, I’d put a frame around you and convert my house to a museum so that everyone can see my masterpiece.