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This is one of the last letters. We're getting into the final stretch, as it were. I've told you everything you'll ever need to know. Mostly.
I could convey to you, until the end of time, my observations, my explanations & my absolution. That would never solve a damn thing for You, though.
You have to find your own way. You have to survive your own trials. You have to wander out of your own wilderness. That is the nature of life. That is how it is lived.
You're going to love so much that it hurts. You're going to lose so much that it kills.
There will be days when the world around you is yellow and full, robust and hopeful. Those are good days. There will also be days when the world around you is dull and blank, bland and as gray as gray can be. Those are good days as well, though. Trust Me.
You see, you have the greatest ability anyone or anything has ever had. Choice.
Perception and action have always been Choices.
Employ that ability within every endeavor you might undertake. Every single one. From "What am I going to eat tonight?" to "How can I save Humanity?".
It all comes down to Choice. It always has. It always will.
You can do anything. Anything.
Choose To Do Something.
One night, a long time ago, I opened doors leading into your rooms. I looked at you P and I pulled up your covers because I worried that you would get cold. I looked at you C and I put you back in your bed, because you were sleeping half in and half out. Boys... what the hell.
That's what a Daddy Does.
I love you more than I have words.