Disagree.

Please, my children, disagree with me. 

Please walk away and love me, and know that you are loved. 

But please, please disagree.

I don't even agree with me. 

Now.

Wait.

I cannot leave it there.

No, we have grown, we have gotten past that clean break.

It wasn't even clean.

You think this is about you, your thing, your issue.

Yeah?

That's how abstraction works.

Platitudes are when they've gone too far. 

I died long ago. The part of me that didn't grow up.

It's called change, it's normalized as part of the maturation process, here.

I don't know if that's because it's true.

But it sucked. 

Sucked real bad. 

Who I am now, when you know me.

This is someone who changed.

This is someone who survived. 

And if I've taught you anything about survivorship bias, then that's a red fucking flag. 

I hope you trust yourself, and I hope I trust you too.

Love you