Still Miles to Go

Author’s note: This was a journal entry I wrote the day after my 26th birthday.  I’m just now sharing it.

Of all the people that I admire – and there are many – three repeatedly come to mind:
1. Gandhi, because he said, “be the change you wish to see in the world”;
2. Ang, our angel, who lived that change for each of her 22 years;
and
3. My mother, because she reminded me of the belief I shared with Ang and Gandhi.

Yesterday was my birthday; I turned 26.  I don’t mind getting older.  In fact, I rejoice.  I don’t fear the numbers 30, or 40, or 50.  I don’t even fear death.  What I do mind, however, is that the footprint I leave upon this earth won’t have an effect.  That I won’t matter.  That the life I led will not be remembered and will not have changed a damn thing.

I’m the ambitious, reach-for-the-stars type.  I’m an idealist and a dreamer.  And I don’t handle change well.  In the recent days, months, and years, my world changed.  Drastically.

I thought that to make a footprint that mattered, I’d have to grow bigger feet.  But I realized that changing shoes to those with a different tread makes changes the world in a different way.  It makes the world more interesting.  And that is how trends are started: by interesting people, people who aren’t afraid to change and stand out.  You can change the world simply by changing yourself.