Like a starving man deserves a good meal, you owe it to yourself to do something great.
You owe it to the ones who will never have the opportunities you have… like anyone of the billions of people who everyday are forced to live on less than it costs to buy one drink at Starbucks.
To those living under communist rule, without the freedoms you have, to express yourself in anyway you damn well please
You owe it to everyone who can’t. Everyone who doesn’t have access to the internet, a blog, an iphone, software, social media, jobs, information, wisdom and opportunities…
… Opportunities to share your story, and spread your ideas to the masses…
… To stand up against the wrongs of the world and create change… or to even just share a beautiful poem, song or piece of artwork that your mind transformed from a simple vision, into something real.
You owe it to little ones dying of cancer, the drivers unaware they will be dying in a car crash tonight, and to those who have arms and legs they cannot use, and therefore will be living out the rest of their days confined to a hospital bed.
You owe it to every single person who helped you get to where you are today. Your family, friends, teachers and mentors, who showed you what was possible, helped light the way and picked you back up when you lied facedown on the pavement, without strength of your own to get back up.
You owe it to everyone who told you that you couldn’t, so you can show them, that they can.
You owe it to all of us, drowning in me-too blogs, me-too ebooks, me-too gurus, shitty me-too music and even shittier me-too movies. Help revive us from our near fatal overdose of too many people saying the same thing, in the same way, for the same reasons.
But most of all, you owe it to the one who stands in the mirror, peeking out from behind the wall of your fears, shame, insecurities and self-doubt.
You owe it to yourself to tear down the walls and light a fire so bright it can be seen halfway around the world.
Reveal your scars and battle-wounds and tell us all how you’ve recovered from the darkest parts of your own self and the world that tried to eat you alive. Wash away your sins and let your greatest mistakes be your greatest gifts to those who will hear your story, read your book, or listen to your song.