Dear, Monkey 2

You are another version of me. It’s crazy to look at you and see me. I get to see a part of me live the life I always wanted for myself. I understand it now. I understand how parents can give everything to their kids. They do it without feeling any resentment or jealousy. Your achievements mean much more than me living it. I find myself wanting to give you the answers and tools everything you need. I want you to be successful. Still, the me in you won’t accept it. You must learn on your own and fall and get back up your way. I respect it, but it terrifies me.

Yes, you are version of me. Nonetheless, you don’t have a mountain of responsibilities keeping you in check to remind you that we don’t get that many chances to mess up. You have a fearlessness I never related to.

You are a version of me, you have a fire in your belly and soul that is unmatched. Ever since you were a little kid, you’ve always been a force to be reckoned with. Nothing can get in your way. Once you want something, you won’t wait around for it to be handed to you.

You give me a chance to pour all the love into myself through you. You give me reassurance because you are a version of me. You are the best parts of me with a dash of parts I wish wasn’t in me.

You are a version of me. You have my anger and ruthlessness that come out ever so often. However, you embody it and allow it to consume you. Fire is a tricky thing to manage. Once you harness its power though, you will be unstoppable. You are on track the right track kid, I can see it for you.

You are a version of myself and I cant wait to see what I can do.