Who do you want to be?

The light reflection on the sharp blade of truth. A rock on top of the mountain, ready to fall but hanging to the place it belongs. The storm that would move that rock. The bell on the door of a lonely old person.

Do you want to be the actor amongst the crowd, the writer of a blank page, the genie according three wishes, having none for themselves?

Or maybe a janitor cleaning the classrooms of life, a chimney sweep bucking in the twenty-first century, the warrior of eight thousand in terracotta?

Do you want to fight your time, be a part of it, be the time itself?

Who do you want to be? The main character of a tale, of a tragedy, of a comedy?

Do you want to be the magician, the helper, the noble steed of a knight?

Do you want to be the light or the darkness, or the shades of a sunset?

Whatever you decide it to be, none of your choices will matter. The aim of it all will be for the others to get what you are to them.

You can be their lover and friend, the person they look up to, a mentor, the protective wing, the shelter. You can be the fog, the rain, or the sun in their heart.

Everything you do will shift their route and bring them wherever they’re meant to be.

So be kind to yourself, as no one else can do what is the purpose of you; so be kind to each other, for in the end nothing matters if we’re alone in this mess.