My letter to me..

My dear fellow,

I write this to you in the hope of setting right the few misperceptions that you so fondly entertain. We all indulge in idealistic fancies from time to time. Therefore I will not put on a tone of superiority but will rather assume the position and perspective of a loving brother, for we are after all identical.

You look forward to a new town. A place that reeks of free-hearted spirits and an abundance of social experiences that call and beckon around every corner. The smell of independence lures your attention from every angle and the notion of doing your own thing pleases you. The sunset tells you of all that was and the moon tells you of all that could have been. You gaze upon the mountain top with a look of meek longing in your eyes yet you never break camp and start the hike.

Varsity is all that you want it to be and much more. The boundaries are there but are easily crossed. If you’re looking for a good trip you need to make but a phone-call. If you’re looking for individual creativity you need only to draw from an abundance of sources that outwardly prickle your inner potential. The material is here and the tools are easily acquired. You will not look far for stimulation and perspective, or for the sweet twists of a reckless fling with a salty yet adequate broad.

Whatever the taste and however deep the desire, satisfaction is but an arm-stretch away. All you have to do is reach out and take it. Break camp and start marching son. The doors are all open but you need to get off your lazy ass and have enough initiative to explore that which will serve only to enrich your inner perspectives. Embrace the opportunities, explore the beauties and indulge in the pleasures. Release everything save your wisdom and initiative. You are young but once.

Your own
Quinn.