To quit. To start. To leave.
To change your mind, to think. Fight, flight, freeze.
When the time comes, it won’t be at the right time.
I love my life. I wish I was bragging. I say this with the most neutral tone I can muster, like the quiet old man at the end of this life looking back to the things he is proud of.
I love my life like someone who just missed death. I love my life like someone who realizes, in this instance, how powerful life itself is.
I love my life like a child, clueless of the struggles of adulthood, running bare bottom into the rain while his father screams for his return. Oblivious to the muddy earth, rushing to join the orgasmic melding of nature, laugher, youth, and reckless abandon.
I love each day I get to be alive. I want to remember this even as I forget each night.
Never stop writing. Never stop making things. No matter what happens, even if it’s only a spec on a wall or paper, make something. Today.
Never stop thinking about a world with the things you’ve made, a world you’ve added your prints too.
Some call it ego. I call it duty.
We were made to fill the world, not just with DNA but with ideas and other worlds.
We’re sons and daughters of the creator. In His own image. How can wanting to create be ego? It’s just…us.
We are makers.
Never stop making. For it is harder to restart than to continue. Trust me, I know this too well. You know this too.
You’re reading this now.
In a world full of negativity. A world where the News seeks to drown your joy. Where the global theme is disease, virus, hate, racism, death, despicable atrocities, and fear of other.
In this world, there won’t be a right time to be good. Or to do the right thing.
There won’t be a right time to be positive, to stay hopeful. There will never be a right time to show up authentic, to demand better, to stand for your values, and step up the love in the world.
There will never be a right time to be good. That’s why you need to do it now.