Dear son,
Life is hard. Life is a spoon. Life is whatever you paint it to be, hence, use the spoon to feed your soul. If you get to come into existence, remember to exist. Don’t ask me what that means, you’ll learn it someday when you sit with the Elders in D-block.
Life comes at you very fast. It was only a matter of time before you started writing “gone are the days” in the corner of your head. ABC no longer restricted to English Language. Algebra became one of your biggest enemies. Relax. There’s a lot worse.
The university is the “lot worse”. I’ll not be around to give you pep talk to calm your unsettled nerves. Intelligence almost looks insignificant. Almost. For the lecturers, dogs get the full marks and reasoning might be the only thing making you carry a course over.
The “lot worse” can get extremely worse. Not being a zikite is the “extremely worse”. For where would you see the quality of greatness? Where would you learn to live with the spirit of oneness and togetherness?
I hope this reaches you well. This is a cheat code. Clean your heart and make it pure. Be a Lion. Be undisputed. In all your being, please be a Zikite.
Yours faithfully,
Father Dice.
