Let me set the scene.
You’re 18.
You have a dog.
You killed that 5th
grade state capital test seven years ago
You’ve had 5 Jobs
You’re a hard worker
You broke your arm in
3rd grade
You got steady grades
throughout school
And everyone knows
about that time you saved david down the street.
You used to build
with Legos like it was your damn job.
Your Lego skills were
unmatched.
Scene change.
You’re in India.
Who is this kid?
Everything that has
created your story, your persona and your mythos is gone.
You meet your
principal and write in green pen
Who is this kid?
Oh that’s the kid who
should’ve written in blue pen.
You make a joke
Who is this kid?
Oh that’s the kid who
cheered me up on a bad day.
Whats his name?
No clue, but he came late yesterday.
Is he nice?
No clue, but he brought lunch in for me yesterday
You look around and
realize that to these new people you’re a Tabula Rasa
There’s no high
school transcript to prove you’re a hard worker
Who is this kid?
There’s no job
history to prove you work
No brazenly named
college sweatshirt to prove your worth.
Who is this kid?
Every action builds
the you that these people will know.
Every action shows
who you are.
And so at 19
You look around
Take a breath
Look into yourself
And see the Legos
with which you can build
