Letter to my Parents: December 8th, 2021 | 6:48am
Thank you. For the greatest gift there is. For life, for my name… a legacy to create for myself, that you sacrificed so much more to step into, and one to carry on. In the same breath, I forgive you. You did all you could to protect me, to give me all the things I needed, and all the things you didn’t have. How could I ever undermine that by being bitter or reluctant to the twists and turns of life that even my parents had no control over? WHEN THEY CLEARLY GAVE ME ALL THEY COULD? WHAT WOULD THAT SAY ABOUT ME AND MY CHARACTER? I can never and will never mistake my own plight for y’all leaving me naked and unprepared, or y’all not loving properly for me to know how to love myself. I’m the manifestation of what y’all will never be AND everything you always wanted. Everything I need is already invested inside of me... to create new and better, to survive the weapons formed against me, to FLY.
For that, I’m infinitely thankful and indebted to you guys. I owe it to all three of us, but especially myself, to be a great man FIRST. Before an athlete, before an artist, before an intellectual, before I’m a person of great wealth, all starts at home. The heart, the mind, the soul. Thank you, mama. Thank you pops. I love you, and I forgive you.
Letter to my Lost Loves: December 8th, 2021 | 7:13am
I’m sorry. I forgive you. I wish you well and I’m sorry. My apologies and/or forgiveness might not be high on y’all priority list, but all in all, it’s there. Nobody perfect out here, we all stumbled and made mistakes. The biggest of which might be thinking we reach a place as people where mistakes and flaws won’t follow, which is definitely a flaw of mine that I work on everyday. What’s remembered is remembered, and what’s forgotten is forgotten. All that matters is that any ill energies and feelings of regret or sorrow or wasted are purified with the understanding that EVERYTHING HAPPENS AS IT SHOULD. Everybody who enters your life might not be meant to stay for the long haul. And that’s ok. As long as the lessons stay, as long as there’s still love in the heart, as long as we’re blessed with more time to live then all that other shit don’t matter. I forgive myself for my hand in souring our connection, as I forgive you for the same. I’m as much responsible as you might be, as neither of us truthfully are. Shit happened. It taught, as well as it hurt. I wish you the same grace, light, love, abundance that I wish for myself. Humbly, Purely, Truthfully.
Letter to Myself: June 4th, 2022 | 3:53pm
My boy. My reflection. My soul. Baby panther with the power of a nation. I love you, boy! I mean that. I’m proud of you, You breaking generational, systemic curses daily. Do you know how powerful that is? Meditate on that as much as you need to cause that’s next level, that’s admirable. It’ll be a while before we can really birds eye view that shit but just know n*gga, Moms is proud. Pops is proud. Teedy, Uncle, Ma, Pop, they proud bro. Mawmaw told me she don’t know what she’d do if something happened to me and she don’t know how much I really needed to hear that. With the love of them, that’s all I need. I have other fans and supporters and shit that I love dearly, but I wanna thank YOU for not giving up on yourself, for honoring your divinity every day. You’ll be purely astonished and amazed by how life is getting ready to transition for us. “You think this is? This ain’t you life right there… watch this,” is the feels I’ve been getting. I’m thankful you forgave yourself, and everyone else, and surrendered finally. I love you, your morning breath as much as your intellect. We got this. It’s time to spread our wings. You ready?
Cause I am.
-Eric
Who should you forgive? How long have you been holding on to something you just haven’t known to be so heavy until months and even YEARS after the fact? Yourself? A parent? Talk to them, regardless of if they can hear you. Talk. Write.
And let go
