It’s not just imagination that makes us shine. It’s not just the opportunity, poised with a spotlight already in place. It’s not destiny or fate, or a certain set of Gods who sets us down in the perfect place at the perfect time or anything else to which we ascribe the power to hold our lives by a dangling string.
It’s not the insistent admonition of a parent that implores us to take and pass the tests of importance. Nor greed for gain. Nor the recorded rebuke of any historian calculating ways to avoid repeating previous misfortune.
Becoming great is not an honor bestowed upon those whose interest is becoming great. It’s not something gained through an insistent insatiable ego keeps pushing us on stage. Greatness is never loaned upon demonstrating good credit. It's not a devil's bargain nor a right granted simply because it's our turn.
We shine when two simple things happen: when we wake up to realize that we are made of light and when we begin to know and love the countless faces of those trapped in the darkness.