Yet another letter-- Slipper Swish III

The 1st letter as of 22 months ago: swish swash I
The 2nd letter as of 15months ago: swish swash II

A third letter from slipper swish-- old, weathered and weary.

The slipper. Washed towards another shore and singing another song.

The song? One that hints of another final letter. The coming of a swan song.

Dear so-and-so,

thank you very much for your kind patience and guidance. Without a doubt, I see a sincere heart filled with the most genuine concern for my growth and stretching. But just as waves crash helplessly against unmoving rocks, your kind words have merely washed over me. Little seeped in, and little changed my heart. The waves can push and crash harder, but each push and crash only reveals how unmoving and resistant rocks are. Rocks stand still. Rocks stand hard. Rocks stand cold. I propose to finish up my duties for the year as a close. Perhaps, we need to have a meeting soon.

Yours sincerely,
Slipper swish.

Back back back.

So many little lines have been running through my head.
Echoes from here, there, and elsewhere.

Drunkards get drunk on alcohol;
Nerds on knowledge; and
mugging undergraduates on coffee.

If you don't mind your looks, nobody will mind you.

I'm dispensable.

How much are memories worth? To keep or not to keep the box of cards that I received during my teenage years?

The few transitions in life at 12, 16, 18 and 21 will throw u off balance and change u.

My personality doesn't seem to go well with what is expected of one in the work force.

When you were young and much younger, being truly caring and sincere was more effortless. Then, the world hardens u in the name of streetwise-ness and the struggle begins.

My transition may turn into drudgery, if I'm not careful.

I need to get back to driving school.