Dear, Whoever you are.
I don't know who's going to get this; I thought of a random street name and then worked out the post code. If you're reading, I'm going to assume that it got somewhere.
Feeling a little bit random today, but never fear, I'm not dangerous or anything. Please don't stop reading.
I'd like to say that life is what you make of it. I don't know if you've had one of those life changing experiences where you've realised this yet, but it's definately true.
And, the sky really is the limit. All you have to do it apply yourself.
I hope that you, dear reader, have achieved, are achieving or will achieve everything you want in life, because we all know that there are some people who didn't, aren't or never will.
I used to believe in karma; what goes around comes around. But then, you see people who are striken with such things as cancer, or conditions that may have developed before they were even born, and yet they have done nothing to evoke the wrath of a higher power.
That is of course, assuming, that there is a higher power. I know that you, dear reader, could believe in any number of things. You may be Jewish, Sikh, Christian, Bhuddist, Mormon... the list goes on.
I hope that you live a long and happy life.
In saying these things, maybe whatever is planned for me in the next life reflects my actions in this one. I'd like to think that the sufferings we go through today will help prepare us for tomorrow, and the things that lie ahead.
Just be yourself.
There are 6 Billion people in this world. One of them is going to love you whoever you are. You may have to search for them, but they do exist somewhere.
Tomorrow, I go into hospital to have a tumour removed from my brain. Doctors say that there is a 60% change I may never walk again, and if something goes wrong, I could likely become a vegetable. Should that happen, they've been given the direction to switch off the machine.
Maybe I'll send another letter to this address one day. I hope that you, dear reader, are around to recieve it.