The truth is, you deserve a medal for making it this far—so does Johnny. But, all anyone gets is acid reflux and enough anxiety to stop the atomic clock. Life takes all your money, then bills you ten bucks for it.
Which is why I wish you could see the bay water right now. It’s crystal clear. Beneath the surface are millions—no billions—of trout and catfish. Each one, fearfully and wonderfully uninterested in my forty-dollar lure.
These creatures are something else. They don’t do a blessed thing all day, but eat.
I wish you could see these trees, too. How tall they are. These things are alive.
I’m staring at an old oak right now. This tree must’ve been born around the same time as Florida itself. Its trunk is the size of a wagon wheel.
A park ranger told me once, these old oaks have survived over fifty-thousand hurricanes in their time.
Listen, I don’t care how bleak your future looks right now. I don’t give a damn if you’re bankrupt, about to move in with your mama, and buying ramen noodles on credit. Something big out there cares an awful lot about you.
Just look at this tree.
You’re going to make it.