A letter I want to remember:

Dear Dzmitry,

First of all, congratulations on completing your undergraduate education! Where do you plan to go from here? That mind of yours needs more fertile soil, in my uncertain opinion, and I’d like to see you continue growing that inquisitive intellect of yours until your brain starts bulging out your ears!

Now about being certain about uncertainty: you may certainly have a point, but it’s certainly difficult to accept certain uncertainty. I will keep trying to do that. Clearly, your happy and humble self has hit upon some vital truth: acceptance feels better. There’s no use trying to wrestle with the shadows of the unknown, or to try and sketch the shapeless shapes of the forever unknowable. Regardless, it’s my instinct -- if not it’s human instinct -- to puzzle over questions until we find a satisfying one. Maybe genius is the point at which we’re able to determine what we eventually can know and what we eternally cannot.

Maybe there’s still a chance of me heading to the west coast. I don’t know, for certain.

I was thinking about you yesterday, as a matter of fact, mulling the uncertainly unknowable concept of truth about in my head. It had been my idea that truth is the contradictory composite of all of our lived experiences, and that everyone has something of it to contribute. I thought about past times and places. I arrived at the Soviet Union. I remember you telling a story about how your mom once was angry at you because, after waiting in a long line for fruit (was it bananas? Oranges?) newly available in the Soviet marketplace, you either didn’t care for it or refused to eat it. Despite the fuzziness of the story in my head, I found your tale poignant. That’s part of your lived experience, Dima: one small part of Truth.

Uncertainly,
But certainly your friend,
-R.




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this letter was written by a buddy of mine, who graduated last year. I only saw him once or two time after that, but it's great that i still keep in touch. And so does he.