I am so glad you are taking a moment to read this letter before you walk from Nassau Street to the other side of the FitzRandolph Gate. You are about to enter a beautiful chaos. You are at Princeton University now. Get on it! I cannot begin to tell you how many wonderful, magical opportunities will flash before your eyes as you hustle up and down these orange and black hills. Grab hold of as many as you can, but don't fret over the few that get away. They weren't meant to be yours, and there ain't no shame in letting them float away.
You have come to Princeton with a million dreams in your heart and even more tales in your brain. There will be many, many people whom you inspire with your dreams and thrill through your tales. Tell them every time you see them that you appreciate them believing in you. As an artist, you don't live in a vacuum. Without those whose lives you can touch with your work, the dream isn't worth dreaming, and the tale isn't meant for telling. But know that you will meet those who will try harder than a diamond hidden in rock to burst the bubble enveloping your dreams. Love them. Because they love you, too. It takes an ocean of love to form a single drop of hate.
On your way back to the Nassau Street side of the Gate, leave something behind for someone else: a pearl of love, a kernel of sound advice, an idea for somebody to turn into a story of their own. Someone believed in you enough to tell you that your story was worth telling, and someone deserves to hear the same from you before you go. Each generation builds upon the stumbles and successes of the last. Now go! Drop some knowledge, boy! And do your ST before your senior spring! Lord!
Sincerely,
Roger Q.