A wife meets her husband at the gates of Heaven after 20 years apart. Each must confess all of his or her lies to the other to enter. The man’s is several volumes, while the woman only has one.
As it turns out, everything we as humans make up – whether it be lies, stories, or jokes – is a true event somewhere in some universe. We unknowingly pick them up like radio waves, and mistakenly assume they’re creations of our own minds. And we’re the only species in the universe that can do so.
It is the year 3001. You are a digital archaeologist responsible for digging up old data from the forgotten parts of the internet from years ago. You stumble upon a prompt blog from the early twenty-first century. Scrolling through it, you stumble upon a single post that has not a single note in the middle of a flourishing archive of prompts. It simply says, “We have been waiting for you, Amigo. (:”.
You’re not a shitty person just because some people don’t acknowledge you or appreciate your worth. You matter. You are loved. You’re not defined by what other people think of you. Better yet, why define yourself at all? A definition has limits and boundaries. Seek only to grow, expand, evolve, and change. The right people will persist in your life or appear in due time. Love yourself; focus on yourself; take care of yourself; radiate love, goodness, and kindness; seek knowledge; express gratitude daily; pursue the things that tug at your soul. All else will follow. You’ll be alright. Keep your head up.
