Dear Ree, 

Life is hard but I just want you to be happy. Someday you'll travel to those places you've never been not because you can't but because you can and you will. Please, I want you to explore more things. Stop being so scared. Stop getting so paranoid. Life is so short to worry about such things that clearly, don't matter. I want you to experience the world beyond your sight. I want you to get the things you wish to have. I want you to travel your dream places. I want you to do whatever you want. And for now, that's enough. You are enough Ree. 

According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with 4 arms, 4 legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.

I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain, but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain. Sometimes it was the little things in life that meant the most. Small gestures but they spoke volumes. This is the good life, ain't it? Waffles and lattes amen to that.

You know that feeling when you just want to stay chill at one side then look past the window to see a cluster of people running up and down in schools, all doing a job, it may seem like they are lost or just  aimlessly scurrying but that's not true. We all have something to do, a job, appointment, things that needed to be done, perhaps a little destiny. Staring actually eats me. I feel like a tiny ant under a huge magnifying glass, it's like every bit of me being excruciatingly scrutinized and yet how hypocrite or rather ironic of me to do this to someone else. Perhaps, I find it enjoyable and entertaining to watch people? It just makes me wonder how a person with disability, with a body that isn't whole can be so happy and then there are people like us with whole and perfectly bodies who are always less than happy. Or maybe laughter is the remedy and laughter makes one whole and perhaps people who are handicapped in some way or other will be more whole than the rest of us will ever be.