Advice For Jentry

Brother, don’t spend lifetimes alone sitting staring at electrified screens or lost adrift in a sea of remorse hours spent transient blown around like clouds, for no one knows where you, or I, or our parents’ parents came from, nor where resides the final resting place of the soul but that we live, and live for but little a meal, a warm bed, a fridge, a television a car, a home, acceptance, joy, love memories such as these condense and pack ever more tightly to your chest as time wears on, ‘til by the end all is returned to nothingness but know that no other man is you, no other life is your own; may you forge ahead bold through your holy life, and blaze a trail for lesser men to follow.