I beg of you.

My dearest,

I beg of you, have a creative outlet—not for glory, not for vanity, but to save yourself. Build something with your hands or shape something with your words. Let your mind wander beyond the demands of the day, beyond the obligations and the weight of expectation.

Without creation, the spirit festers. Those without expression find their own hearts turning against themselves, devoured by silence, reduced to mere storage.

Your hand will tremble. Your mind will falter. The weight of the world will press down upon you and demand that you cease this foolishness.

But I implore you—do not yield.

Write, paint, compose—bring into existence what, without you, would remain forever unwritten, unseen, unsung. If we do not create, we become only consumption. Create not for recognition, not for praise, but for the simple, irreplaceable feeling of witnessing something come to life that did not exist before you.

Let your sorrow, your feats, your love, and your fear be transformed into something beyond you—something that, if only for a moment, justifies your existence, if only to yourself.

Let your heart spill onto pages and buildings, into threads and needles—embellish this life as you have mine.

Create with abandon. Create without permission. Let your hands move before your mind has a chance to second-guess. Do it in the quiet hours, when no one is watching, when the world is still and only your thoughts remain.

I do not ask for masterpieces or the cruel illusion of perfection—I ask only for movement and intention. For you to find joy in the process of replicating yourself, to see your heart and mind at war and reconcile, I only wish to sit and watch.

Always eager to participate.

So, my dearest, find the time—steal it if you must. Let creation be your quiet rebellion against the fleeting nature of things. To create is to leave small echoes of yourself in the world, to multiply yourself in subtle, indelible ways. I cannot bear to let you vanish into the passing days. So shape something in your image, even if only in fragments, and let it bear witness that you were here.