Dearly beloved, part 2: Flying dutchman

“Dearly beloved” is a series of love letters sent and received over a period of one hundred years.

27/01/1918

Dearest Alexander the Great,

Yes, i did refer to you as Alexander the great.
Its divine law that humanity is not supposed to find true peace and happiness in our lives. If we were permitted to achieve such a state; the promise of paradise would be meaningless. the fact that paradise, a place of perfect peace and happiness, exists means that we are not supposed to achieve said state until we reach afterlife.

That being said, it doesn’t mean Alexander will give up? The battles are hard, hard on the body, hard on spirit, but hardest on the mind. Soldiers starve, soldiers march until their feet bleed, soldiers sweat under the desert sun, soldiers die without a touch of love, but soldiers obey… and Alexander must.

She who makes the moon envious. Determination that is incorruptible. You have spent all your lives trying to be your own idea of perfect. Go make mistakes.

Trust people and have it broken. Handle scandal and have drama. Get backstabbed and learn to let go. Think you know people and then have your assumptions be completely wrong. Know how dark, disgusting and evil people can be and realize you don’t need me to protect you. Experiment, and at the end of it all you will know that no one built the life you have. You made it.

You, yourself, built you.

whatever you are, it’s because of you and your mistakes. your iron is forged into a sword by the fires of your mistakes. now go make mistakes.

remember, there is no “good” or “bad” in real life. serial killers will be kind to puppies, sisters will go home leaving you drunk in a dark alley. Remember nothing in this world is worth living for than yourself, and nothing in this earth is worth dying for than love. 

Maybe after we reached our destination, we will find each other, like we always do, in a crowded room our eyes will meet, and we will find each other like we always do. or may be we wont. but, until then-
Go make mistakes.

calypso, i release you from your mortal bonds.

yours,
the flying dutchman



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