Dear Mr Baldwin
I write to you on this spring day, with thoughts of clarity and the need to appreciate certain aspects of beauty in the world. The reason for my cheerful spirit today is you. To be more specific, it is your words, the words:
“Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death, the only fact we have. It seems to me that one ought to rejoice in the fact of death…ought to decide, indeed, to earn one’s death by confronting with passion the conundrum of life. One responsible for life: It is a small beacon in that terrifying darkness from which we come and to which we shall return.” (James Baldwin)
I have decided. I have decided to rejoice death, to live with passion and dump all of my expectation. You marry words together so effortlessly, they glide along with the page and travel through my eyes, and into my mind. You write and speak without fear, you are able to throw away that fear and pour your heart out to the world, hoping you will make it a better place, shine a light on issues that are kept in the dark and be the voice for those who can not speak for themselves, or even the voice for a world that is too afraid to stand up to oppressors and abusers.
Warm Regards
Aylin