If you are reading this
Chances are you’ve been born.
You’ve probably learned how to read,
You’re on a computer, and you have internet access,
And you understand English.
It’s unlikely you’re naked.
You may be hungry
Or thirsty,
But you aren’t dangerously so.
In fact, chances are your problems aren’t that bad
In the grand scheme of things.
This is chapter one,
Your prologue,
The beginning of your life.
I ask you now to examine what you’re going to do tomorrow
When chapter two rolls around.
Look around.
Observe the dramatis personae that is the world
And realize you are not the main character.
Then, you only have to ask:
What’s my point?
Here are your options:
The villains, who are hated,
The heroes, who are loved,
The fluff, the flavor text, who are unremembered,
Or the sun, rain, and wind, giving light and life to all you encounter.
Why should you long to be a main character
When you can be the sky?
Chapter one showed you the setting
Where your life takes place.
In chapter two, we see who matters in this story of life.
So tomorrow, when chapter two starts,
What will you be doing?
Why will you matter?
Will you breathe the air, or will you be the air?
Choose now, because you never get to see the table of contents.
Few books are longer than 1,000 pages,
Most aren’t 300,
And the silly ones full of rainbows and unicorns
Are usually around 12.
If I only get 12 pages,
I don’t want 9 to say,
“And he wished…”
I want 11 to say,
“And he was, and he did, and he gave his all,
And he smiled throughout.”
So write your twelve pages as they are,
And fill them with pretty pictures of chapter one.
Throw them away,
And walk onward, shining like the sun you can be,
Into chapter two.
