One day our time will pass. It is an inevitability most do not want to think about. After that time, what remains are stories. We are all writers. Some of us wield pen and paper. Some of us, a keyboard, but all of us write our stories on the vast sheet of blank paper we call life. What is left are the words of those we leave behind. They are our storytellers. Ultimately it is up to us what words they will speak when our name is floating on the air. I hope the stories my son tells are full of laughter, amazement, and inspiration.
With all of this being said, be you. The real you. Don’t let anyone tell you that you aren’t good enough for anything. Be unashamed to be yourself. Never surrender life. Let life surrender you and leave in your wake the words that you want your storytellers to speak. Make them laugh, make them cry, make them remember who you truly were in life. Because you are worth it.