Try and wait

After days of reading and watching and listening,

I realize something that cannot be changed.

We could have been great, but we were born in the corner.

We could go to places, but we are not in the right place.

We can scream the loudest, but it will only sound like gibberish.

We are never silenced, but no one will listen neither.

On the other hand, we are still here. And to some degree, we are happy.

We are not satisfied because of our own ambition. I am not settled because I believe we can be something more. We can move faster, hit harder, scream bolder, wake up stronger, and might find something we never knew before.

Maybe it will be different if I can put on my suit and say something myself.

All I have is words, lent to the world, to be said the way they want to say it. Cut, censored, and tamed.

But I don’t have what they all have. I lack resilience to do it again and again. I don’t have the guts to leave my comfort, and I don’t have the talent needed to inspire and be praised.

Should that make me stand down?

No.

I’m going to brandish my gun. Sharpen my knife. Hone more swords.

So I can create more. Try more. And wait for more.

Because at the end of the day.

Even legends will be forgotten.

But I won’t forget me.

And we won’t forget us.