This is part of a series of letters to those who may feel lost. Sometimes when we are down, discovering something in the mailbox is just the thing.
It reminds us that we aren’t as alone as we think.
Today I write to a young man in pain because his inner yearnings contradict with his inner understandings.
Let’s call him Charlie.
Hi, my name is Greg and I’m pushing 50, if you can believe it. I can’t. I guess to someone your age that would make me ancient; my kids would probably agree. Of course, since I haven’t ever grown up, I don’t really feel that old myself.
I guess it’s all relative, isn’t it?
Relativity applies to so many things in life. Things that at one point are incredibly overwhelming can become, over time, something manageable.
And even enjoyable sometimes.
Let me explain: