Never stop playing with your legos.
There’s gonna be a lot of good and bad in your existence. That’s just life. You’re going to grow up one of these days, much to the dismay of myself and your mom.
You’re going to (hopefully) get a job and become a productive member of society, at least until you become a millionaire and retire at the old age of 30. Hah.
You’re going to fall in love and then you’re going to fall out. This is going to happen multiple times. You’re going to drink too much and get too high. You’re going to make some really shitty mistakes. As long as you learn from them, that’s ok. And as long as you’re happy, I’m happy.
But as your Godfather, I’ve never seen you happier than when you’re immersed in your projects. The focus and happiness and imagination, seeing the inner workings of a happy child’s mind brought to life with little blocks of plastic, is magical, for lack of a better word. I don’t want you to ever lose that.
Don’t get lost in the world of being a grown up. In finances and credit cards and cars and mortgages.
Please don’t ever forget how happy you were when you played with your legos. Don’t murder your imagination because you think a proper adult should be serious all the time. There will always be a right time to be serious. And there’s going to be plenty of times when you can be that nine year old boy again.
I don’t expect you to play with legos forever. The toy is just a metaphor for whatever makes you feel the way that you did when you played with them. You spent hours building things. You never cared what the package told you to make. You did your own thing. And that’s what I want you to do in life. With money, your career, with love. Forge your own path and be happy for you.
I doubt that you’ll ever understand how much I’ve enjoyed watching you grow up. The thought of you as an adult makes me a little upset. I’m not ready for it. However, it’s going to happen and I can’t stop it. Not that I would. But laying on my death bed (hopefully as an old, rich man) your nine year old self is the one I’ll be thinking of as I whisper good-bye to this world. The sparkle in your eyes and the smile on your face, the look of sheer determination and will as you mold little plastic boxes into whatever your mind decided they would be for that day.
You’ve made my life worth living, kiddo. And that happiness that lives in your heart will make yours worth living.