I do not love my body. I cruelly blame it for my recurring unhappiness. I have made it the culprit for my failures in love. I spent years starving it and then stuffing it and talking horribly to it. I have not been kind to this flesh, and changing my destructive attitude is the work of a lifetime.
You will fail at things that are important to you. You will be scared, even terrified, about your future. It will be OK, because you are a really hard worker, and you will make new opportunities. Your voice is uncertain at age 20, but it will grow in strength.
I'm proposing a new holiday. Or rather, a new use for an old holiday. I believe that we should make Thanksgiving the day when we celebrate elder wisdom by asking older people to tell us their advice for living. Here's why.