Letters to My Son: Nothing Else Is Required

Letters to My Son: Nothing Else Is Required

My dear son, Most of what exhausts us is unnecessary. Most of what we chase does not ask to be chased. And most of what hurts us stays alive only because we keep gripping it with both hands. I did not learn this early. I learned it by watching myself fail at speed. By noticing how often I ran past what mattered, breath held, jaw tight, convinced that urgency was the same thing as meaning. It took years to see that the noise was not life speaking…