Letters to Beckett - 2

Dear Beckett,

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.

Love is a many splendid thing.

All you need is love.

Some people want to fill the world with silly love songs, what's wrong with that, I'd like to know.

While I've mentioned in the last letter that Freedom is the highest of all ideals, Love is right up there next to it.

All we are made of is Love and Stories.

I wish that you find someone to love the way your mother loves you. 

It is an unconditional love. A love of absolute captivation, and consequently, a love of complete surrender.

I wish that you find someone to love the way I love you.

It is a love of creation. A love of forging a life, and consequently, a love of being shaped myself.

I wish that you find the kind of love your mother feels when she is swaying to the beat of the Garba.

I wish you find the kind of love that I feel when I'm writing or playing music in full flow.

I wish that these things and that that someone loves you back with the same ferocity and fealty.

I also wish that you learn to love your heartbreaks, struggles, and battle-scars. That is a love of gratitude and of hope.

I also want you to know, that while your love for me ranges between 6 and 700,000,000, I love you 3000. More than anything in the world.

Because all we are made of is Love and Stories.