You are truly a lucky person. You have been my unspoken idol for as long as I can remember. I will regret admitting this to myself.
But this isn’t about how envious I am of you. This is about the rest of your life–the life you will live and love. Your life is perfect in every way, despite every obstacle. Despite every flaw of character and every turn of luck, you always come out on top, and I admire that about you.
You were born into love. Maybe you haven’t always seen it, and you seem to never recall it, but this is what I know to be true. Because even though I can’t speak for our parents, who conceived you–their first born son–out of the love they shared for each other, and even though I can’t speak for our sister, who is like you in many ways through the way she connects and responds to you and to life… I can speak for myself. I love you.
I love that you are selfish and oft times think of no one but yourself. This allows you to pursue your every whim and seek validation from no one.
I love that you are brash and pushy and force your way. This allows you achieve many things, or try again harder for the times that you fail.
I love that you are frivolous and unconcerned with risks and rewards. This allows you to push boundaries within yourself and set your own standard.
Even through your faults you become stronger. You learn to find yourself and love yourself and those close to you have followed your lead. In the end, you have found yourself within a world of compassion and acceptance.
Because of the love that you have found, and because of the capacity to love that you were born with, I know that your life will always outshine mine. I am okay with that, and I anticipate your continued happiness always, because in spite of everything, it is you I will forever find myself looking up to.