There was a man who waited. He waited for the world to tell him who he was, what he was, and why he was here. He waited for a sign. He waited for permission. He waited until the waiting itself became his purpose. And then one day, he looked in the mirror and saw a stranger staring back at him. A man unmade. A man undefined. And he realized the world had told him nothing. It had passed him by without a second glance, like a river ignoring a stone that refused to shape itself against the current.
There is a kind of man who would rather take than make, who would rather be given than earn, who would rather follow than lead, even if the path ahead is nothing but dust and promise. He will say it is because life is hard, because the world is unfair, because the fish are not biting today, or the sea is too rough. He will say that the men who went before him had it easier, or better, or more. He will say he was never taught to fish and that to learn now would be a cruelty, an imposition, a weight too great to bear. And so, he waits. And while he waits, the world moves on, indifferent.
But then there is another kind of man. A man who knows that the sea does not care, the land does not care, the sun does not care. And because they do not care, he must. He will take his line and cast it, and if he catches nothing, he will try again. If he is lost, he will find his own way. If he is cold, he will build a fire. And if no one comes to tell him who he is, he will decide for himself. He will not wait for the world to make a place for him, because the world does not do that. He will carve out his place with rough hands and raw will. He will make something of himself because to do otherwise is to be nothing at all.
And when he has done that, when he has found his place and made it his own, he will not stop. He will take what he has made and use it to make something more—for himself, for others, for the simple reason that a life spent merely getting by is no life at all. A man must build. A man must leave something behind. A man must stand in the wind and the rain and the sun and say, “This is who I am. This is where I stand.” And the world, though it may not care, will take note.
So do not wait. Do not ask. Do not hope for a sign or a call or a hand to pull you forward. Stand up. Step out. Take what is before you and make something of it. Make something of yourself. Make something of this life. Because no one else will do it for you. And in the end, the only thing worse than failing is never having tried at all.
So, join us in making the world a better place – you’ll be glad that you did. Cheers friends.