They might not have said it. In fact, they probably kept it to themselves—“don’t want to seem like a creepy ass stalker.” But no matter who you are, you have changed things for someone.
You have made them rethink their career. Rethink their stance. Rethink their makeup. (Because, hey, Urban Decay is a religion.)
You have made them bolder. Brighter. Less afraid to use their voice.
You have made them hopeful. Hungry. Reinvigorated.
You have shown them what’s possible, simply by showing up as you are.
I’m convinced that we need each other for this reason more than any: to act as little guideposts for one another. Every single thing you do becomes a beacon for someone else: That business you launch. That thing you tweet. The way you say no, and the way you say yes, and the enthusiasm with which you walk through this world.
(Side note: enthusiasm is not to be mocked; it’s a change agent as profound as any.)
This is why I write, you know. Not because I like hearing the sound of my own voice, but because I like hearing the echo of yours.
This is why we’re all here, I think. Not because we are so vain as to presume that our opinion matters, and our selfie is the best of ALL the selfies (writing is a verbal selfie, you know), but because by sending ours out into the universe, we hope to find our image reflected back at us.
We want to be seen, so we can be found.
Everything you do today?
Is not just an act, but a flare.
Helping someone else find their way home.