Dear Writer Director Letter #96

Sometimes someone isn’t ready to hear you yet. You see what they don’t see, but you can’t see it for them.

Self-Portrait. April 3rd, 2025. An Art Church outside of Nashville, Tennessee.

Dear Writer Director,

Sometimes someone isn’t ready to hear you yet. You see what they don’t see, but you can’t see it for them. They’re going to have to figure it out for themselves or totally transform beyond your expectations (and that’s even better). I’ve had many people try and control my growth, and I have tried to control the growth of others.

I long to solve other people’s problems for them, and the more that becomes my actual job, the happier I am. The more I just try and do that to everyone around me, the more people push me away. When I’m paid to do it, or when friends of mine ASK for that support, everything flows, and I feel my impact. It’s just so hard sometimes when you see someone clearly struggling, and all you want to do is save them from drowning. I have that guttural longing to help to that degree every once in awhile. My entire soul pours out to that person. Usually, it’s someone who cannot see me at all. Usually, that energy I feel towards them transfigures into something else.

Sometimes someone isn’t ready to hear you yet. This entire series is for someone like that. Only, I know there are other people who will. Just because this person isn’t ready doesn’t mean they’ll never be, and the fact that they’re out there longing and searching themselves for answers fuels me to write more letters. In the meantime, I’d like this series to transform other people’s lives. Every life is of equal value to me.

I always write everything I write for someone specific to hear. I only write when I feel like there’s someone I want to reach. It’s led me to realize I want to reach everyone. It’s led me to realize everybody is a thinking, feeling, and longing for something human being. It’s led me to the conclusion that I am very much not alone. I have intimacy with the world now.

Occasionally, a post pops up from this person, and I can’t unsee their new management’s terrible influence. They’ve become a puppet on a string, a shell of their former self. It seems like money and fame are top of mind, and I get it, money is top of mind for me right now as I process the fact that I am moving to a totally new environment in a new city, but it feels like they’ve lost their way. I have these alarm bells in my head, and this urge to bring them back to themselves, but that is their job. All I can do is write and post, and let the stars be in motion like in the song that plays on repeat for me from “Black Panther”. Things are changing all the time. It’s easy to slip into feeling like the world is static and feeling powerless and stuck, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. There are constant ricochets of impacts. People are getting to know me on a deeper level online as we speak and as I type, and I don’t even have to be there.

Sometimes someone isn’t ready to hear you yet. My biggest trigger is not being listened to, and being projected upon by shallow, cynical people. In our dynamic lately, that’s how you’ve made me feel, but rather than run away from that feeling, I dig my heels in. I see what happens if I endure.

To be someone who sees things before other people see them has always been intrinsic to who I am. It’s taken me three decades to consciously admit it, but that superpower is what’s led to so much turmoil in my life. I haven’t always known what to do with what I see. I used to just tell people to their face or text them when I was drunk, as if that would make ‘the medicine go down’. It turns out most people don’t want to face their insecurities, most people just want to live in the illusion that everything is just the way it is, and nothing will ever change. Change has been the biggest threat to most in the 20^th and 21^st century (so far).

Now I see the truth: The sensible is actually the nonsensical, and the daring and bold is actually the logical. For all the ancient wisdom our global community has accumulated, we have reverted to a state of terrified ignorance. For all this technology at our fingertips, people barely see two feet in front of their faces. It’s great how some are waking up, more and more are waking up to the truth every day. It’s the moment I’ve been long waiting for, preparing for.

Dear Writer Director, not everybody is going to understand you when you speak. It doesn’t mean they never will. They’re just not ready yet. You see what they don’t see, but you can’t see it for them. They’re going to have to figure it out for themselves or totally transform beyond your expectations (and that’s even better). I love when people surprise me. I LOVE when people blow my expectations out of the water. It is my favorite thing, especially when it’s someone others looked over or doubted. I love the rapid glow up. That’s my favorite kind of person to cheer on.

Dear Writer Director, acknowledge the reality of the situation but always have faith that things can and will change.

Love,

Olivia